Jim was, by nature, a quiet man, considered by all who knew him as gentle and serene. He loved his family and rarely raised his voice. He had, however, one problem that disturbed him greatly. He could not get along with his own son, Kenny. Each time they tried to talk, he became irritable and testy. Everything Kenny said or did seemed to aggravate him. There were times he could hardly stand to be with him. It upset him because he didn’t know why he felt that way.

Kenny was a popular honor student in his senior year at Alamo Heights High School. He had never been in any sort of trouble and was an active participant in a variety of school activities. He dressed properly and was friendly and courteous to everyone he met. But Kenny also felt feelings of unexplained enmity toward his father. They could hardly speak two words to each other without becoming ill at ease and discomfited.

Julia loved both her husband and her son, and was painfully aware of the disturbing relationship she witnessed between them. One afternoon, she spoke with her closest friend, who had been a trusted confidant for many years.

“Elaine,” said Julia. “I am literally at my wit’s end with those two. Kenny has never done anything that should anger Jim. He’s always been an obedient boy. But Jim never wants to talk with him. He just gets nervous and angry. And Kenny’s the same way. When they’re together, they become different people. I feel sometimes I don’t even know them when I see them together, which is rare, because they do all they can to avoid each other.”

“You know, Julia,” said Elaine. “You don’t have to take my advice, but I think you should talk to Jim about seeing my boss Dr. Rubin. I’ve been his secretary and administrative assistant for some years, and I know the kind of miracles he can work. My brother had an anger management problem a few years ago, and he knew it. I suggested he come in to see Dr. Rubin. He’s a very good psychologist in town, highly recommended. And my brother told me it did him a world of good. He’s now able to keep his anger very much under control. He said that Dr. Rubin found the underlying cause of his anger. And I’ve seen that happen with so many clients who’ve come to our office.”

“Oh, Elaine,” sighed Julia. “I don’t know if I could ever get him to do that.”

“Well, you’ll never get him to do it if you don’t try,” said Elaine.

That evening, Julia dreaded talking to Jim about it, but she steeled herself, and when she was alone with him, she told him how disturbed she was about the unpleasant relationship he and Kenny had. She told him that she could never see any reason for their hostility and that it was unnatural for a father and son to act that way with each other for no apparent reason. Then she suggested, as gently as she could, that he make an appointment with Dr. Rubin. She asked him if he could explain to her why they acted the way they did with each other.

To Julia’s surprise, Jim admitted that he just didn’t know what it was. Whenever they were together, all he wanted was to get away. He told her that the fact that he felt that way worried him. He agreed with Julia that it was unnatural and that he sometimes hated himself for it. As they talked, Jim remained his quiet self, speaking softly and earnestly.

Jim finally said, “Julia. I have to do something. I’ll do it. I’ll call for an appointment with Dr. Rubin tomorrow. I’ve heard of him, and I know of his good reputation.”

The day finally arrived for Jim’s appointment. He was ushered into Dr. Rubin’s very plush office and told to take a seat in a very comfortable recliner at one side of the room.

“Where’s the couch, Doctor,” said Jim. “Isn’t there supposed to be a couch for your clients to lie on.”

Dr. Rubin laughed and said, “Psychologists don’t use couches, Mr. Palmer. Only Psychiatrists do, and many of them don’t use them, either.”

Dr. Rubin sat in a chair a few feet away facing Jim. “Now, Mr. Palmer . . . may I call you Jim?”

“Yes, of course.”

Dr. Rubin asked Jim what it was, in general terms, on which he was seeking help. Jim told him of the unexplained animosity that existed between him and his son.

“Now, Jim, today I just want to get to know you. I want to ask you some questions about your life, about your childhood, your family, your work, what your general attitudes are. In order to help you, I just need to know with whom I’m working. Then next week, we’ll begin trying to get to the bottom of the problem.”

For the rest of the hour, Dr. Rubin made copious notes as Jim responded to numerous questions about his life.

“Well, Jim,” said Dr. Rubin. “I have a fairly good idea of what your life is like and your personality. I’m going to go over my notes carefully during the coming week, and at our next session, we’ll begin probing more deeply into the problem. Let me ask you, are you comfortable with this so far?”

“Yes, Doctor,” Jim said. “I just want some answers.”

When Jim arrived for his next session, he settled himself once again in the comfortable recliner. Dr. Rubin said, “Now, Jim, I’m going to ask you to take these pills. They’re non-prescription over-the-counter medication. I want you to take four them now. They’re to help you relax, and to help you talk more freely than you would otherwise.”

Jim took the pills and put his head back on the headrest. Dr. Rubin said he would leave the room for about fifteen minutes. And when he returned, they would begin the session. During that time, Jim could feel himself becoming more relaxed than he had felt in a long time. He had a sort of feeling of extreme well-being.

Dr. Rubin returned and, after he was seated, began to question Jim.

“We want to probe into this relationship you have with your son, Jim. Fist of all, do you love your son?”

“Of course I do.”

“Can you tell me why you love him? Can you be specific?”

“Well, he’s my son. I just love him because he’s my son.”

“Yes,” said Rubin, “but some boys are bad boys and are hard to love. What is it about your son that you love, aside from the fact that he is your son?”

“Well, he’s a good boy. He’s an honor student.”

“Does he obey you, as his father, or does he fight you on everything?”

“No. He’s a good boy. I’ve never had any trouble with him not doing what we ask him to do.”

“What does your son look like, Jim.” Asked Rubin. “Describe him for me, will you.”

“Well, Kenny has light brown hair, rather curly. His eyes are brown. And his lips . . . well.”

“Describe his physique for me. Have you ever seen him without his clothes?”

“Oh, yes! I mean, he has a good physique. Fairly wide shoulders and narrow hips. He’s not real muscular, but his muscles are all well defined.”

“Jim,” continued Rubin. “Do you admire Kenny’s physique?”

“Well, yes. I think I do,” Jim said.

“Now you don’t have to answer this, Jim, if you’re uncomfortable doing so, but I’d like you to describe his genitals.”

“What does that have to do with anything, Doctor?” Jim said. “I’m trying to find out why I have this problem with him.”

“Jim, in order for me to even begin to answer this problem, I need to know precisely how you feel about your son. The answer to the whole problem rests on how you really feel about him.”

“But what does describing his genitals have to do with any of it?”

“That’s alright, Jim. If you’d rather not answer it . . . .”

“Okay,” said Jim. “I don’t mean to be difficult. Kenny is circumcised and has a very large penis head, especially when it’s hard. When it’s hard, it has a gentle curve upward, and the veins that encircle it are hard and protruding. His ball sack hangs very low and when he walks, it swings and . . . oh, My God, I mean . . . .”

“That’s alright, Jim,” said Rubin. “Now just relax.”

“You just wanted me to describe it,” said Jim. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to . . . .”

“No, no, Jim. I want you to do just what you’re doing. I want you to describe what you see, and I want to know how you feel about what you see. All of that is important to finding the cause of the problem. Now, I want you to be very truthful with me. Do you admire Kenny’s genitals?”

“Yes.”

“Does the sight of them excite you? Remember, I want the truth.”

“Yes. I mean . . . .”

“You mean what, Jim?”

Jim put his head back and said merely, “Yes it does.”

Rubin entered some notes on his pad and then said, “Your son in seventeen. Do you know if he has ever engaged in sexual activity?”

“I don’t know, doctor. But . . . .”

“But what, Jim?”

“I know he masturbates.”

“You do? How do you know that?”

Jim took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. “Because I watched him do it. His door was open and I stood in the hall and watched him. He didn’t know I was there.”

“Did you enjoy watching your son masturbate?”

“Yes. Yes I did.”

“Did you watch him the whole time until he ejaculated?”

“Yes. The whole time,” said Jim, as his breathing began to quicken.

“Jim you said you enjoyed watching Kenny masturbate. Did you feel a sexual excitement as you watched?”

“Yes. I masturbated myself as I watched and I shot into my hand.”

“So, Jim the sight of your son’s naked body lying there, and the sight of him masturbating and then ejaculating excited you sexually. Right?”

“Yes,” Jim said. “But why are you making me admit to thinking these terrible thoughts? Aren’t we supposed to figure out why Kenny and I don’t get along?”

“Why do you call them terrible thoughts, Jim?”

“Because they are!” Jim said, raising his voice. “They’re dirty, rotten thoughts. No man should think thoughts like that about his own son. It’s dirty! It’s immoral!”

“Do you feel a strong sexual attraction to your son?” asked Rubin quietly.

“Yes! Now are you happy?” Jim shouted. “Yes! I want to hold him and kiss him and caress his body and . . . .”

“Do you want to have sexual activity with him?”

“Yes! I want to sleep with him! But I hate him! I hate him for standing there in front of me with that wall of innocence between us!”

“You hate him? You actually hate him?”

Tears began to run down Jim’s cheeks. “No, I don’t hate him. I love him. I want him. I want something I can never have!”

Dr. Rubin stood up and gave Jim a full box of Kleenex. He put his hand on Jim’s shoulder and said, “Okay, Jim. I think we’d better not go any further today. I want to study my notes. I’m not sure when, but I’ll call you about another appointment. Now calm down, Jim. Everything’s going to work out fine. And please, Jim. Everything you told me, I keep in strict confidence. Please don’t worry about it. We’re going to get to the bottom of this.”

Several days later, Dr. Rubin phoned Julia Palmer. “Mrs. Palmer, this is Dr. Rubin.”

“Oh, how are the sessions going, doctor?”

“We’re coming along just fine, Mrs. Palmer. But I want to talk with your son, Kenny. I’m afraid he’s part of the problem just as much as your husband is. Could we set up an appointment with him, by the end of this week, so I can talk with him also?”

“Of course, doctor.”

Kenny didn’t object to visiting Dr. Rubin at all. In fact, he was quite excited over the fact that he would be talking to a real psychologist. Sitting in the same comfortable recliner where his father had been, Kenny cheerfully answered all the questions that Dr. Rubin had asked him about his life and his personality.

Dr. Rubin then said, “Tell me about your dad, Kenny. What’s he like?”

Kenny said, “Well, he’s like any dad. He’s very busy with his law practice most of the time. I don’t know what to say about him.”

“Are you proud of your dad?”

“Oh, yes. And all my friends like him, too. He’s kind of quiet. He’s real handsome. At least, he is to me.”

Rubin asked, “Have you ever had a long conversation with him about anything?”

“Not really. We don’t talk too much with each other.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. I just get uncomfortable talking with him. When we say something to each other, I look at him, and I just feel like I want to leave and not be in his presence.”

“You said he was handsome, Kenny,” said Rubin. “What is it about him that make you not want to look at him and makes you want to get away.”

“He is handsome, Dr. Rubin. I just get a funny feeling inside of me when I look at him.”

“What kind of a funny feeling?”

“I don’t know. It kind of hurts. I get a sudden helpless feeling. Something I can’t control. I just want to get away to make the feeling go away.”

Rubin asked, “Why do you feel helpless? Is there something you feel you want to do, but can’t?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“Then you’re not very friendly with your dad and want to get away from him. Have you ever thought about why you do that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want him to know how I feel.”

“You don’t want him to know how much you love him,” said Rubin. “Is that it?”

“Maybe. I just want to get away.”

“Kenny, have you ever seen your dad without any clothes on?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like the way he looks?”

“Yeah, he’s very good looking.”

“Have you ever had the desire to touch him when he’s naked, and to have him hug you?”

“Yes,” Kenny said as his eyes filled with tears.

“Why don’t you?”

“Because he’d kill me.”

“Would you like your dad to sleep with you some night?”

“Yes.”

“Kenny, when you look at your dad naked, what is it you like about his body?”

“Everything.”

“Kenny, whatever you tell me is strictly confidential. I want you to be truthful with me. What do you like about his body?”

Kenny wiped his eyes on his sleeve and said, “I like to look at the hair on his chest and his strong arms and his strong legs.”

“How about his genitals? Do they excite you?”

“I see his penis hard sometimes, and then I start to hurt. I can’t stand it sometimes and I run off to my room and . . . .”

“And what, Kenny?” said Rubin softly.

“I cry.”

“You want to touch and feel your dad’s body very much, don’t you?”

“Yes. I want to hug him and I want to kiss him and I want to feel his body against mine. Aw, Dr. Rubin, I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“Kenny, these are all things I need to know in order to help you and your dad to understand each other better. Do you have these same feelings about your dad as you’re talking to him?”

“Yes, and it kills me. I hate the way I feel, and I feel myself fighting it and wanting to get away from him before I go crazy.”

“Do you masturbate, Kenny?” asked Rubin.

“Yes.”

“Has your dad ever seen you masturbate?”

“No.”

“Would you like to see your dad masturbate?”

“Yes, but I don’t think he does it. He’s married.”

“Kenny, all boys and men masturbate all their lives, married or not,” said Rubin. “It’s not only pleasurable, but it helps to relieve sexual tension.”

“Does my dad jack off . . . er, I mean masturbate?”

“Yes, of course he does. Would you like to do it with him?”

“Yes. Please, Dr. Rubin. Don’t tell him. I can’t let him know how I feel. I can’t let him know I love him in that way.”

Dr. Rubin stood up and said, “Kenny, my whole purpose here is to learn why you and your dad want to avoid each other like you do. And what you and your dad have both told me, I think we can work this out where you and your dad will be much more comfortable with each other. I’m going to call your mom and dad and have an appointment set up where I can have you and your dad here together. I think we’ll make some progress. Thanks, Kenny, for coming in. And please remember, everything you say to me is held in strict confidence. Okay?”

The appointment for both Jim and his son, Kenny, was made, and they arrived on time. They were ushered into Dr. Rubin’s office and told to have a seat. They chose to sit at opposite corners of the room and seemed determined not to look at each other.

Isaac Rubin came in and, as he sat down in a chair where he could see both of them, he said, “I want to tell you that, looking at you two, I would never mistake your being father and son. You look very much alike, and you’re both a couple of handsome fellows.” Jim and Kenny nodded slightly in acknowledgment of the compliment.

“I want to begin by telling you a couple of stories. I knew an older man once who was a great fisherman. That was his passion. His grandson wanted more than anything to have his granddad take him fishing, but the old man absolutely refused to do it. The boy loved his granddad, but because his granddad refused to allow the boy to have one of the things he wanted most, the boy began to despise his granddad for what he thought was cruel rejection. The boy soon hated to be around his granddad because he believed he could never get close to him. He wanted to be close to his granddad, but he knew it was impossible because he was sure his granddad didn’t want him to be close.

“I can also give you a story about myself. When I was young, just old enough to drive, I had an overwhelming desire to own a Corvette. I’d seen one in the show window of a local dealership, and I would stand at that window frequently just staring at it and wanting it. But my family had no money, at least not enough to buy me a Corvette. I would stand there and stare at it, knowing that I could never have it. And I soon found myself resenting the fact that that Corvette sat there enticing me and I couldn’t have it. I began to hate the building it was in, and even the street where it was located. For a long time after that, I avoided driving down that street. But when I did, I became angry and wouldn’t look at the building or the car. In fact, I cursed it for sitting there in all its gorgeous beauty, totally unaware of how much I craved to have it.”

Dr. Rubin then sat quietly and looked at both Jim and Kenny, searching for some recognition. Jim said only, “So?”

Rubin said, “I want you to remember those stories over the next few minutes. I’m going to tell you about yourselves. You may find it to be a revelation. And I hope you do. You each have been yearning for something that you’re convinced you can never have. And just as I was with not being able to have my Corvette, you became angry and resentful that you could never have what you craved so deeply.”

Jim and Kenny were each becoming alarmed in his private thoughts that this doctor was going to reveal the terrible truth about his sexual craving for the other. Rubin sat with a smile on his face, looking into Jim’s and Kenny’s faces to see if he could detect some expression of recognition as to what he was saying.

Looking at Jim, he said, “Now, Jim, you and I have talked about your feelings and what you have been yearning for.”

Then looking at Kenny, he said, “And you, Kenny, you and I have also talked about your feelings and what you have been wanting. I won’t reveal what each of you told me, but I will tell you that you both have been yearning for the same thing.”

Jim and Kenny sat with their eyes wide open, looking at Rubin. Then they slowly turned their heads and looked into each other’s eyes. Rubin could now see that there was a rather hazy recognition of what each of his two clients were thinking. Jim and Kenny continued to look at each other without moving. Neither knew what to say or what to do next. Their minds were racing like whirlwinds in their heads.

Rubin stood up and said, “Jim. Kenny. I want you both to get up and walk over to each other, and I want you to take each other’s hands in yours.”

They both stood up and did what Rubin asked them to do. And there they stood, still staring at each other with a look of shock in their eyes. Rubin then said, “Okay, you two. You’re father and son. Take each other in your arms and hug each other.”

Rubin noted very clearly that both had strong erections by this time, as evidenced by the large bulges in their pants. He said, “Now hold each other tightly.” As they pressed their bodies together, Rubin could see that the two bulges were also pressed together. He could also see that both father and son had pressed their cheeks together tightly, and they had their eyes closed. It was sincere. He could see clearly in that embrace the love these two had for each other that had been suppressed for so long.

“Now I want you to look at me,” said Rubin. Without releasing each other, they turned their heads towards Rubin. “And if you would do me a favor, I’d like you both to sit down on that sofa so I can talk to you.”

Jim and Kenny had said not a word this whole time and sat down next to each other as instructed.

“Now you’ve learned something about each other today. But I want to talk with you about how you’ve been acting for so long. It’s very simple, really. You remember that little boy who wanted to be with his granddad so badly, and myself who wanted that Corvette so badly that I knew I could never have? That little boy and I reacted very similarly. He resented his granddad for not showing the love for him he craved. And I came to hating the sight of that Corvette in the window, as well as the building and the street it sat on. You both eventually developed that same reaction toward each other when you were convinced you could never have from each other what you craved. To be close to each other was agony for both of you. All you wanted to do was get away from each other in order to stop the hurt and terrible craving inside of you.”

Jim and Kenny continued to sit as though they were in a trance, staring at Dr. Rubin. Their faces now reflected a sort peaceful recognition of what had just happened. But they remained virtually speechless.

Rubin said, “Now the rest is up to you. My advice is that the two of you get away somewhere together and talk with each other openly and truthfully about your feelings. Neither of you have anything to hide now. There should be no embarrassment, no incriminations. Look in each other’s eyes, hold each other unashamedly and talk honestly about the love you have for each other. It’s now in the open, and it will always be in the open, and it will never go away.”

Jim and Kenny looked back at each other and once again put their arms around each other tightly. Tears were not running down their cheeks.

Rubin said, “Jim, I mean what I say when I say the two of you need to go off somewhere for awhile.”

Jim finally said, “Well, I have a lake house about an hour’s drive from here. Perhaps Kenny and I could spend next weekend there together.”

Isaac Rubin then stood up and, with a big smile on his face, said, “Now you two guys get out of here and get on with your lives. I’ve got other clients to see!”

After Jim and his son left, Rubin opened the door a little and said, “Elaine, hold up on my next appointment for a few minutes. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to see him.”

Ever since Rubin saw the huge bulges in Jim and Kenny’s pants, he had a hard-on in his pants that was killing him. He went into his private bathroom and let his pants drop to the floor around his ankles. The picture in his mind of this father and son lying in bed together naked was too much for him. As he was talking to them, he had mentally undressed them both. As he slipped his underpants down to his knees, his hands became wet with the great amount of oozing semen that had soaked them. His rigid penis sprung free and, standing at the toilet, he began to stroke it. Long elastic strings of pre-cum were dangling from his penis head down into the water. He had become so aroused that he almost immediately felt the feeling that was a precursor to his orgasm lurking through the middle of his body. In his vivid imagination, he imagined Jim’s hard penis sliding in and out of his son’s asshole. There it was suddenly. The orgasm swept over his whole body like a storm surge, and as he felt the muscles at the base of his penis cramping in spasms, ribbon after ribbon of thick white sperm spewed out into the toilet. His knees became weak and, bending them, he braced them on the front rim of the toilet. Totally out of breath, he leaned forward and braced his hands against the wall behind the toilet.

Isaac Rubin needed that. Always, at least once a day, his session with a client produced such arousal that a good jack-off was required.

When Friday afternoon arrived, Jim and his son, Kenny, set off for the lake house. Julia was so pleased to see them off together. They hadn’t told her what had transpired with Dr. Rubin. But she was content in the belief that something good was obviously happening between her husband and their son.

As they drove, there was palpable tension to a degree. They spoke little, except to remark occasionally about the scenery or something they saw along the road. When they arrived, Jim unpacked the basket of food that Julia had sent along with them. There would be enough to last them through Sunday morning. There was no food in the lake house, but there was a large supply of beer left in the refrigerator from an earlier visit.

It was now eight o’clock in the evening, and they sat eating chicken sandwiches, each with a bottle of beer. Jim had put on the television, obviously to avoid having to talk. They watched television silently, each with their own thoughts racing through their heads, until about ten-thirty. They were both very tired, and it was clear to both of them that there was no way to avoid going to bed. Of course, they each needed to take showers, which would help them to avoid the inevitable a little longer.

Jim and Kenny had each seen the other naked many times, but never had they slept together naked. There were two bedrooms, one with a double bed, and the other with a single bed. Because of the circumstances under which they had gone off together, neither wanted to suggest that they sleep in separate rooms. So the double bed was it. Kenny stripped down and took his shower first. When he came back into the bedroom, he pulled back the covers and lay down. After Jim returned from his shower, he searched through his travel bag and pulled out a pair of pajamas.

Kenny said, “Dad, I forgot to bring my pajamas. You don’t have to wear them. I know you don’t wear pajamas at home.”

Jim put his pajamas back into his bag and lay down next to Kenny on the bed. They both lay flat on their backs, staring at the ceiling and not touching each other.

Kenny said, “Dad, I didn’t know. I mean . . . I didn’t know.”

Still staring at the ceiling, Jim said, “I didn’t know, either, Kenny.”

“Dr. Rubin’s a nice man, isn’t he?” Kenny said.

“Yeah, and he’s smart, too,” said Jim, turning his head to look at Kenny.

Kenny said, “He sure did read us, didn’t he, Dad.”

Turning his body slightly toward his son, Jim said, “Yup, as I said, he sure is a smart man. Kenny? Are you sure you’re alright with this. I mean, about your finding out about how I feel?”

“Dad, it was a dream I never could even hope would come true. How about you? Are you okay about me and how I feel?”

Jim smiled and ran his hand over the soft dusting of hair on Kenny’s forearm. “Well, son, I think things have gone too far for me not to feel okay about it. I’m not going to get up and run, that’s for sure!”

Kenny moved his head close to his dad’s chest and ran his fingers through the thick hair that covered it. Looking down at his father’s penis, which was standing straight up, long and fat and hard, he said, “Dad, Dr. Rubin told me you jack . . . I mean you masturbate.”

Jim said with mock irritation, “I thought Rubin said he would keep everything we told him confidential.”

“I think he slipped on that one, dad. Anyway, do you?”

“Sure I do,” Jim said, “Do you?”

“I’ll bet you already know,” Kenny said. “I’ll bet Dr. Rubin told you I do.”

“Well, I guess he slipped on that one, too,” Jim said with a little chuckle.

“Can I hold it?” Kenny whispered.

“If you want to.”

It felt as though a spike of lightning were surging through Kenny’s body as he slowly wrapped his fingers around his father’s pole. It was hot and moist, and semen dripped steadily down over his fingers. As he felt the soft loose skin that covered the hardness underneath, Kenny said, “Do you think we could masturbate together?”

“I guess we can,” came the reply.

Kenny released his hand from his dad’s penis and took hold of his own. Pushing his body close so that it was pressed against his father’s skin, he began to stroke. They both stared at each other’s penises as they stroked. As they began stroking faster and faster and becoming more and more frenzied, Jim suddenly let go and threw his arms around his son and kissed him on the lips. Kenny also let go and threw his own arms around his dad. They kissed each other’s lips softly and gently at first, and then plunged their tongues into each other’s mouth. They both moaned loudly as they slashed away and searched every inch of each other’s oral cavity passionately.

They were now both hot and sweating with sweat running down their cheeks. Jim pulled off slightly and looked into Kenny’s eyes. He whispered so softly and sweetly, “I love you, Kenny. I’ve always loved you and needed you so much.”

Soon they were on their sides again, facing each other and stroking their penises. As he stroked, Kenny whispered, “I don’t know if I could ever express the agony I’ve gone through wanting you, dad. Every time I would look at your body, I died inside. I wanted so badly for you to love me and I wanted you to know how much I love you.”

They both slowed their stroking slightly to forestall their orgasms. They wanted that tingle in the middle of their bodies to last forever as they drank in the love they saw in each other’s eyes. Sweat was pouring from their faces and droplets of sweat glistened all over Jim’s chest and the hair on his strong arms.

It was no use. Kenny watched as his father’s face began to contort and every muscle in his body hardening. Then as Jim opened his mouth and let out a constricted growl, long ropes of thick white sperm shot out and onto Kenny’s hand and penis. That did it. Kenny’s orgasm hit him like a sledge hammer as he felt his penis hardening and throbbing powerfully, sending his own streams of sperm onto his father’s hand and penis.

They lay there, still clutching their penises for a long time, trying to catch their breath. They opened their eyes and looked at each other and smiled. Suddenly, Jim pushed Kenny over on his back and lay on top of him, kissing him wildly. Once again, they were back on their sides, tightly clasped in each other’s arms. They could feel their sperm squishing as their penises pressed together.

Jim and Kenny had finally found themselves as loving father and son. Their love was now genuine and real and unobstructed with misunderstandings. They lay feeling each other’s warm breath on their cheeks. They were soon asleep.

It was Noon on Saturday, and Jim and Kenny were just waking up. They kissed and gently caressed each other’s body as they each stretched and prepared to get up. They eagerly jumped into the shower together and carefully and slowly washed each other’s bodies. They were of course both hard as rocks and they once again jacked off, with soap lather flying in all directions, sending their sperm onto each other’s hands and stomachs as they both came together.

By three in the afternoon, they had taken a small row boat out into the middle of the small lake where they anchored. Stripping out of their clothes they dove into the water over and over swimming around the boat. They had done this many times before, but never with the joy and happiness of this day. They finally settled down in the boat and enjoyed the sun. Jim broke open a bottle of beer for each of them and they sat there in a state of bliss and euphoria they had never felt before.

Jim raised his bottle and said, “Here’s to the great Dr. Isaac Rubin! May the Gods bless him for all eternity!”

“Yes, here’s to Dr. Rubin!” Kenny said. “Dad, I didn’t want to mention this, but I got the feeling that Dr. Rubin was a little aroused himself. When we were hugging and he asked us to look at him, I could see that man had a hard-on in his pants that was pretty obvious.”

Jim laughed and said, “I caught that, too. You know in his business, I’m sure he talks to a lot of people about their sexual problems. He’s probably got a hard-on most of the time.

Jim and Kenny stayed out on the water for several hours talking about themselves and about their feelings. They even told each other very frankly and openly about when in their lives they felt the first glimmerings of homosexual attraction to other men.

Jim said, “It wasn’t until after I was married that I finally admitted to myself that I had a sexual attraction to other males. But it was never so powerful that I couldn’t easily push those feelings into the closet, so to speak. It was not until I watched you, Kenny, go through puberty and into your teenage years that my homosexual feelings began to re-emerge, and this time, overwhelmingly. As I watched your body develop, and as your legs began to take on a beautiful shape, and hair began to appear on them, I felt an arousal I had never felt before. Then as your heavy pubic hair began to appear, and as I watched your little boy penis grow into a man-sized cock, it was almost more than I could bear.”

Kenny sat running one hand over his dad’s thigh as he listened. Then he said, “If I’d only known, dad. I can tell you that I had sexual fantasies about men since I was eight years old. And you were always one of my fantasies. Do you remember when you used to come into my room and rub my back until I went to sleep. I always told you I couldn’t go to sleep until you rubbed my back. And what a back rub you used to give me. I’d feel your hands going all the way from my neck down over the back of my legs. And on the way, you would run your hand through my ass crack and linger there. That was my favorite part.”

Jim said, “I didn’t know that. You should have told me. That all happened back when I was beginning to have cravings for your body.”

“Well, dad, you did that until I was about fifteen years old. And it always made my dick hard. Then when you left to go to bed, I’d jack off while I fantasized about having you in bed with me. I’d wod up a sock and stuff in my crack, pretending it was your hand.”

Darkness began to come over the lake, and they headed back to shore. After eating a short meal and drinking another bear, they both headed for the shower. Although it was only 8:00 in the evening, they both headed for the bed, this time eager to taste all the joys they could give each other.

Kenny lay on his stomach and said, “Dad, would you give me a back rub like you used to give me? Please.”

“Of course, I will,” said Jim as he crouched down on the bed, positioning himself next to his son. “Do you want me to give it to you exactly like I used to do it?”

“Yeah! Just exactly.

Jim placed his hands on the back of Kenny’s neck and lightly massaged it. He then spent a great deal of time running his hands lightly over the soft young skin of his son’s back. He felt Kenny’s developing back muscles on either side of his spine and ran his fingers over his protruding shoulder blades. With both hands, he held his son’s very small waist, kneading the soft skin that curved upward into the firm round ass cheeks. As he fondled those white orbs, he felt Kenny flexing the muscles in his buttocks and moaning slightly.

Jim very slowly ran the side of his hand down through Kenny’s ass crack and could feel his son’s asshole clenching and unclenching. He quickly moved his hands down over the backs Kenny’s legs, running them lightly over the soft dusting of hair that covered them, and feeling the gentle curve of his leg muscles. It was too much for Jim to resist. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the backs of his son’s calves, then up over the backs of his thighs. It tickled Kenny unbearably, and he began to jerk his legs at the feel of his dad’s tongue on them.

Jim’s hand once again found its way into his son’s crack. This time, he ran his fingers over the hard rim of the puckered hole, pressing slightly until the tip of his forefinger made its way into the hot moistness of his son’s hole.

“Does that hurt, son?”

“A little. But it also feels good.”

“Push out like you do when you’re sitting on the toilet, and it will make it easier.”

As Kenny pushed out, his dad slipped the entire length of his finger into his rectum.”

“Oh, dad!” Kenny moaned. “Wow!”

Jim ran his finger in an out of his son’s hole several times and then withdrew it. Leaning over, and spreading Kenny’s ass cheeks with his hands, he pressed his face into the sweet, warm crevice. Telling Kenny to push out again, he was able to push his tongue into the hole. Jim licked and sucked his son’s hole and all around his crotch for many minutes before resuming the back rub again up along his back and to his neck.

Kenny finally said, “Dad, I’ve never felt anything like that before! How about letting me give you a back rub?”

“Sure!” said Jim as he rolled over on his stomach.

Kenny followed the same pattern as his father had . . . down the back and over his dad’s large firm ass cheeks. He leaned over and kissed those round cheeks and ran his tongue over them. The feel of his dad’s ass cheeks on his lips began to send Kenny into a frenzy. Not bothering to go down the back of his dad’s legs, he pushed his fingers down into his dad’s hairy crack and felt his pucker. He could feel his dad pushing out and knew it was an invitation to push his finger in.

When Kenny’s forefinger slipped in all the way, Jim said, “Kenny, now try three fingers. Push three fingers into me.”

Three fingers slipped in easily. The idea that he had half of his hand inside of his dad’s ass began to make Kenny literally shake with excitement.

“Do you want to do what I did, Kenny,” Jim said. “I mean with your tongue?”

Kenny didn’t wait to answer and plunged his face into the black hairy mass. His tongue easily found its way to his dad’s pucker and in through the hole. Jim rolled his head from side to side and moaned softly.

“Kenny, would you like to stick your penis in there? Have you ever done that before?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“Yes.”

Jim rolled over on his back and pulled his legs up high so his thighs were tight against his chest. Kenny could see that his dad’s ass cheeks were separated and his hole was clearly visible.

“Now go down and fill it up with your saliva,” Jim said anxiously. “Get it good and wet.”

As Kenny once again buried his face into the black abyss, he loved the feel of his dad’s black, wiry, ass hair pressed against the cheeks of his face. After spewing all the saliva he could onto his father’s hole, Jim said, “Now get up on your hands and knees and get real close to me so your rod points right at my hole. Then push it right in.”

Kenny did as he was told and soon felt his gorged penis slipping smoothly into his dad’s asshole, which immediately began snapping violently onto his penis. Never had Kenny felt such sexual frenzy. He was now inside the body of the man for whom he had yearned so long. He instinctively began pumping in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. He could watch his father’s body jerk every time he pounded his pelvis against his father’s ass. The warmth of his father’s rectum on his penis and the feel of his father’s asshole gripping tightly around his penis was almost more than he could take. They were both now sweating again, and the drops of sweat on his father’s thick chest hair looked like a thousand diamonds.

Jim whispered over and over, “Oh, Kenny. Oh, Kenny.” It was a moment Jim had longed for, dreamt for. This moment had been played out a hundred times in his fantasies. He looked up at the beautiful body of his young son, now inside of him. It’s still a dream, he thought. Don’t let it end!

Then Kenny called out, “Oh, dad, I’m gonna cum! Oh, my God, I’m gonna cum!”

“Let it go, son. Let your sweet cream pour into me! Ohhhhhhhh!”

Jim could feel his son’s penis, now hard as steel, throbbing against the rim of his asshole, and then felt the flood of hot cream filling his rectum. His son’s sperm, now inside of him!

Kenny turned his body completely over to the overpowering orgasm that took hold of him, and felt every powerful surge of sperm as it shot into his father. His elbows suddenly began to feel too weak to hold him up. He held his position as long as he could. Finally, as he kept his penis inside of his father, he collapsed onto him where their chests met, both heaving mightily.

“That was a dream come true, Kenny,” whispered Jim as he kissed his son’s cheeks and lips and eyes. “My dear, sweet Kenny.”

They lay there quietly for a long time. Finally, Kenny whispered, “Would you do that to me, dad? Please?”

“I’d like to very much, Kenny,” said Jim. “Has anyone ever done that before to you?”

“No. I’ve never wanted anyone to do that to me, except you, dad. I used to try to fuck myself with my finger and imagine it was you. But I never could do it very well.”

Jim sat up and rolled Kenny over on his back and brought his legs up. After filling his son’s crack with his own saliva, he said, “Now, Kenny, hold your legs up tight against your chest, and I’m going to push very slowly into you. And stop me if I’m hurting you.”

“Oh, dad. You could never hurt me. Just get inside of me.”

As Jim lowered his hips close to his son’s ass cheeks, Kenny looked at the long, hard tool on his dad, now with a string of pre-cum hanging from it, as it slowly entered his crack. Then he could feel it touching his hole. Jim pushed very gently until the head popped inside. Kenny felt no pain; only a flood of sexual desire sweeping over him. His dad’s penis probed deeper and deeper, filling up his rectum, until Jim’s pelvis rested on his ass cheeks.

“Fuck me, dad,” moaned Kenny. “Get inside of me and fill me up.”

Jim fucked his son almost violently, and Kenny loved every stroke of his dad’s penis as it plunged over and over into him. He wanted it to last forever. But it didn’t last. Jim couldn’t hold it and, with a roar, let his sperm pour into his son. Surge after surge, it came. Kenny could feel his father’s penis throbbing heavily inside of him with every volley of sperm.

They were both exhausted and, as they had the night before, they were soon asleep wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

As the sun began to send its rays into the room, Kenny awoke to find his dad leaning over him. Jim was playing with the head of Kenny’s penis with his tongue. Kenny watched at his dad sucked the whole length of his penis into his mouth. Kenny said, “Dad, let me take you, too.”

They quickly got into a 69 position and hungrily sucked each other. As Kenny started cumming, he felt his father’s penis begin to enlarge. And suddenly his mouth was flooded with his father’s sperm. It tasted thick and sweet, and he let it run down his throat in small gulps.

When they had finished, Jim said, “Were you okay with that. Have you ever tasted sperm before?”

“No. I’ve tasted my own, but I never had anyone else’s in my mouth. I’m glad yours was the first, dad. It tasted so good.”

Jim and Kenny rolled around on the bed for awhile, just enjoying the feel of each other’s body on their hands and lips and tongues. After showering and eating a little breakfast, they headed home. Kenny rested his head on his dad’s shoulder most of the way, and sometimes put his head into his dad’s lap. Their life together as father and son was now exactly how they had dreamed it to be.

After returning home, they pulled into the driveway and parked. Before going into the house, they stood momentarily and hugged each other. Julia had seen them drive in and was standing at the window watching her husband and son hugging each other. She felt a feeling of pure joy sweep over her. For so long, she wanted them somehow to come to terms with each other.

When they entered the house, Julia greeted them both with a big smile and a hug. “How was your weekend together, boys?” she said cheerily.

Both Jim and Kenny told her that being together over the weekend allowed them to sweep away all the difficulties they had been having. At dinner that evening, Julia was so thankful and thrilled at how friendly and animated her two men were.

As they were finishing up, Jim said, “Kenny, I’m going to take the day off tomorrow. Now that it’s spring, our yard is showing the ravages of winter. Do you want to help me work in the yard tomorrow? We need to get all that rubbish raked up and the hedges trimmed. And the lawn is beginning to grow pretty long.”

Kenny was eager to spend the day with his dad. It had been so long since they had done ordinary things together. They spent the whole next day working in the yard and scrubbing the pool deck. Late that afternoon, several neighborhood kids came over, and Julia watched from the pool deck as they all played touch football with Jim and Kenny in the expansive yard beyond.

Several days later, Julia and Elaine went shopping and stopped for lunch at a small cafe downtown. Elaine asked, “Julia, how are Jim and Kenny doing now? I hope my advice that they see my boss for counseling has paid off.”

“Elaine, you wouldn’t believe it,” said Julia, “but everything has been turned around. They love each other’s company now, and they just seem so close. I don’t know what your boss, Dr. Rubin, did, but he pulled off a miracle. You must know what went on in those sessions. Don’t you have access to Dr. Rubin’s notes when you file them?”

“Of course, I do,” said Elaine. “But Julia. I have to respect the confidentiality of all the sessions that Dr. Rubin has with his clients. I know what went on, but it’s not my place to reveal anything.”

“Oh, Elaine, I understand that. I just wish I knew what caused my two guys to become so close so suddenly.”

Elaine reached across the table and put her hand on Julia’s hand. “Julia, dear. In the years that I’ve worked for Dr. Rubin, I’ve come to realize a lot of things about people. And one of those things is that the strong bond forged between two men, whether they be father and son or just two friends, is a strange and beautiful thing. We women, even though we have friendships among us, can never fully understand the kind of powerful bond that men are capable of having with each other. That bond can be forged in a number of ways . . . ways I can’t divulge in Jim and Kenny’s case . . . but once it’s forged . . . however it’s forged . . . it can never be broken. All you can do, Julia, is love your two men and feel joy in their closeness. God has blessed them both, along with a little help from Dr. Rubin!

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Copyright Tom Borden

A few months ago, something interesting happened. One morning, on an impulse as I was showering, I thought how cool it would be to trim my pubic hair a bit. Then I thought why not shave it off completely. So, I took dad’s razor from out of the medicine cabinet, soaped up my pubic region and balls, and shaved myself smooth. wow. It felt so good to be completely hairless I couldn’t control myself. I rapidly jerked my hard dick off until I shot all over the place. After realizing what I had done, I washed all my hair off my body, cleaned up the shower, and towelled off. what I forgot to do was replace dad’s razor, and accidentally left it on the ledge of the shower, with a few strands of my hair sticking to it!! The next morning, when I woke up, I overheard my dad asking my mom “Honey, did you borrow my razor?”. I could have died, when I realized what had happened! His razor was missing from the cabinet, and he would find it in the shower, with my hair on it! I heard my mom say no, and dad just made a puzzled “hmm” sound and continued shaving with a new razor. I was so embarassed I just stayed in my room for a long time. After dad got ready, he opened my bedroom door and said “Son, you’re going to be late for school of you don’t hurry!”. He gave me a very loving smile, and lingered for a second longer than normal. He must have noticed my embarassment, but didn;t say anything. When I went to the shower, I noticed the razor was still in the shower, but CLEANED. Dad used it, cleaned it, and put it back in the shower!!! That night, dad came into by bedroom to wish me good night. I was already in bed, and he came and sat beside me. I felt a bit scared, as I’m sure he knew what I had done. He was only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt, so I could see his hairy body and his hairy legs were only inches away from me. He asked me how my day was. I was scared, but also turned on tremendously with him so close by. I started getting a major hard on, and then suddenly felt the new smoothness around my pubes. My cock pointed straight up my abs. I quickly turned around and lay on my chest to hide it. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, and as I turned around the bedsheet slipped a little, leaving nothing between dad’s hairy thigh and my side. I tried to reply that school was OK, but my mouth was dry and my voice was just a croak. He smiled, and patted me on the back. He didn’t take his hand off my back. Dad asked me if I had been swimming today, and I said yes. He asked me if I had bought a new swimsuit, which was a really odd question. I said no… and wondered why he’d asked me that. Meanwhile, with the heat of his hand on my bare smooth back, my cock was pulsing underneath me, against my equally smooth groin. I felt the hair on dad’s thigh brush against my side as he adjusted himself. Then, he started rubbing my back. I said wow dad that feels really good. He said good, and continued doing this. He smiled and said I’d forgotten how smooth you are son… isn’t it funny how you are so smooth and I am so hairy? I couldnt respond, I Just moaned. My throbbing cock was close to bursting… I couldn’t believe how amazingly good it felt to get a back rub from dad! He started working on my lower back, just above my PJs. He put both of his hands flat on my lower back, his strong fingers pointing outwards while he used his thumbs to massage the middle of my low back, just above my asscrack. He slowly and firmly slid his fingers around my waist, slighly lower down my ass. My god, I felt like Dad could almost encircle my waist in his strong grip. At one point his finger brushed against my freshly shaved pubic area and lingered there for a second. At that moment, I completely lost it. I was engulfed in wave after wave of powerful orgasm, right there with my father’s strong hands around my waist, holding me down. I shuddered and pulsated as my cock spurted my cum underneath me. Dad didn’t move… he just held my waist through my orgasm, and held his hands there for a while after it subsided, firmly yet very gently. Then he slowly rubbed my back a while. I was so mortified at what had happened I didn’t know what to do. I was ashamed, but also felt terribly relieved and wonderful. Dad leaned down, gave me a kiss and smiling, said “I love you, son”. Knowing everything was OK, I looked up at him, and wanted to say “I love you Dad”, but the words didn’t come. I just cried instead.

Things definitely changed between me and dad after that night. What happened between us seemed to bring us much closer together. Our shaving razor ritual still continued… he would shave, and then leave the razor in the shower for me, and replace it whenever it got too dull. I continued shaving my pubes on a regular basis, and got better at it, so I stayed completely smooth ever since the first time. We didn’t spend any time together when he came to say good night though. No more massages or sitting on my bed anymore. I began to miss that, but was busy with my school work and stuff and so didn’t really have time to do anything about it.

I began to look at Dad differently. I began to notice how handsome he was. I’d always thought of him as a really good looking man, but now I saw him as hot… like I suddenly started noticing his masculinity and the rugged maleness of his good looks. His rigid, firm muscles, his square jaw, his 5 o’clock shadow in the evenings, his masculine stance… the way his tanned skin was generously covered with body hair…

I think during the same period, Dad started seeing me differently too… though I’ll never know for sure. I would catch him gazing at me in a very tender and protective way. My pale smooth skin and slender build made me feel ever so slightly more vulnerable in his presence, the way they sharply contrasted his physique. He looked at me with a sensitivity and lovingness I’d never noticed before. I really liked it.

It definitely helped now that we spent more time lounging around in our shorts and shirtless. Mom generally disapproved of this, so we always made it a point to put on shirts for dinner and not flaunt our semi nudity around her. But when we were alone, we were one of a kind in our love for being semi clad.

One evening after dinner, I was lounging around in my bedroom after school in my underwear. I was really enjoying the feel of not having any pubic hair, and loved the sight of my briefs riding really really low on my wiast. It made my abs look long and hard. I was standing in front of my mirror, casually running my fingers across my lower abs, when Dad walked in.

He handed me a pair of dark red silk boxers, asking me if I wanted them. He’d had them for a while but never wore them, and thought I might like them. I told him wow, I really did like them, and wanted to try them on right away. He smiled, and, looking at me once over, left. I immediately put them on. Wow. They felt so good. Silk against my smooth skin felt so awesome. The only thing about the boxers is how low the rested on my waist. They were a men’s size small, which is what my dad would wear, but my hips were much smaller than that. So the shorts basically hung right down to the base of my dick, completely exposing the top of my asscrack, and my entire pubic region..

I got an immediate hard on, and my lengthening shaft felt really good against the silky smoothness of the material. My dick now stood at full attention, tenting out the sorts. With a slight movement, it stuck straight out of the fly. I wasn’t sure I could wear these around the house without completely embarrassing myself.

After a while my hardon subsided, and I went into the living room. Mom had already gone to bed, and Dad was up watching TV. He was lying on the sofa, wearing nothing but a pair of white boxers. His gorgeous tanned skin and dark curly body hair looked so hot and I couldn’t help but stare at him.

He noticed me, and, commenting that the shorts looked good on me, asked me to come sit next to him. “Wanna watch some TV with me?” he said, sitting up on the sofa.

“Sure, dad” I said, and went and sat beside him. He was sitting up at one end of the sofa with his legs outstretched, and I sat down at the other end of the sofa.. He casually raised his arms above his head in a stretch, and clasped them behind his head. I got a full view of his gorgeous, hairy armpits. I marveled at how hairy he was, in comparison to me, completely smooth.

“Come over here”, he said, patting a spot right beside him, but not moving his legs. I slid over next to him. “The shorts are kinda loose, huh?” he said, and, hooking his finger under the waistband of my shorts, traced the band around my side and front, and gave it a bit of a tug. “You like it that way?” he asked casually. I could barely speak and just nodded. His touch had started working on me, and I began to get very excited. His fingers touching my waist and cleanly shaved (and extrememly sensitive) pubic region was electrifying. Noone else had ever touched me there before. That, coupled with the general warmth coming from his near naked body outstretched behind me was more than I could take. My cock started growing again, much to my embarrassment. I also started blushing.

“You’re a little smooth guy, aren’t you? Nothing at all like your old man”: he said. “Look at this”. He grabbed handfuls of his chest hair and his treasure trail and playfully pulled at it. “I’m covered with it from head to toe”

I thought I could shoot a load right there. Mo cock was at full mast, and now beginning to menacingly poke out of my fly. I quickly hunched forward and covered myself by crossing my arms on my lap, hoping foolishly that Dad wouldn’t notice I was aroused.

Dad had definitely noticed though. Smiling reassuringly at me, he put one arm around my shoulder and pulled me back so I was leaning against his legs and the sofa back. He sort of gently but firmly held me there so I was leaning back and my groin was jutting out, with nowhere to hide. He then gently took my left hand in his, and held it. In a gentle and warm sort of way.

The only thing covering my dick now, which had managed to fully escape from confinement and was sticking straight out of the fly in my boxers, was my right hand. And it wasn’t doing a very good job either. The only thing I could have done was to grab it with my fist, which seemed even worse, and besides, I was afraid that would make me shoot.

Dad looked down at my fully erect dick, then up into my eyes. I could tell he was feeling a bit confused too, as his expression was slightly clouded. But he managed to smile at me, one of the most beautiful and loving smiles I have ever seen, and said “You’re very beautiful, son”

He moved in closer to me, and pulling my head towards him, gave me a kiss on my forehead. Then, leaning back, he slowly drew me close to him. I weakly protested, not from not wanting to be drawn into dad’s embrace, but at this point I was dangerously close to orgasm, and was afraid I’d make a mess everywhere. I was even afraid to take deep breaths as I didn’t want to trigger it.

He drew me close, and put my head on his chest. I stretched my legs out to meet his… the feel of his very hairy legs against my naturally smooth ones was almost too much to bear. His hairy chest felt so good against my cheek, and I could smell his wonderful dad smell.

My cock was pointing upwards out of my boxers, and at this point extremely sensitive. As he drew me closer, it made electric contact with the curly hair on dad’s muscular left thigh. Each tiny hair sent a jolt of electricity down the long, slender shaft of my dick, and as he pulled me in closer yet, my engorged cock was completely engulfed by his thick, swirly hair. The moment my shaved pubic region felt the first tickling of dad’s hairs, I lost control.

My cock erupted with a force I’ve never known in my entire life. Every orgasm before this one was like practice for this one… it was so intense… every wave sent a thunderbolt through my nervous system, and my cock erupted like a fountain, shooting my juice up dad’s thigh, into the leg opening his boxers, over his boxers, drenching them all the way through to his cock, up to his abs and chest even, and drenching mine as well. I made a mess of the sofa, of both of us, and of our boxers.

I don’t know how long my orgasm lasted, I just know I was so exhausted I must have passed out, because when I woke up, Dad was still cradling me in his arms, slowly rubbing my back and gently running his fingers through my hair. I felt a warm, liquid stickiness all over my chest and pubic area, and my shorts (and dad’s) were uncomfortably wet.

I was so embarrassed I could have died. I couldn’t even look up to face him. I was frozen in place, and felt like I’d ruined my relationship with dad, and somehow violated something unspoken.

Dad, realizing I was awake now, put his hand under my chin and lifted my face towards his. I slowly looked up at him. His eyes were twinkling, and he had a mischievous grin on his face. “Got cum?”, he said.

I couldn’t help but smile. In fact, I laughed out loud, and he laughed with me. We both laughed together, as he held me in his arms, for a long time.

Everything was OK again.

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Copyright Andrew J. All Rights Reserved.

He was lying naked on the bed with his legs spread wide fucking himself with a huge dildo and gaping wide eyed at me standing there looking at him. He never missed a beat just fucked himself faster. Even though I was scared to death, my cock was rock hard and stuck out of my underpants.

I ran away, back to my room but he followed me in there and swore me to say I would never tell on him. He bent down on the bed, pushed me back and after some struggle, held me there and ripped my under shorts off. My cock sprang up on its very own. He smiled and said to be a good boy for him and took my cock into his mouth and sucked my cock.

It was my first time to have my cock sucked. I stopped struggling and began to hump against him. It felt like heaven. I was moaning and crying out…I arched my back and cried as I unloaded my cum into his greedy mouth… then he made me suck his fat cock and I tasted his cum. I could only get a few inches of it in my mouth. He held me by the hair and pushed hard into me, groaning and calling me his fuck boy as he used my mouth as a cock hole. I coud taste the cum seeping ut of it as he worked against my face and Iit made me excited to be doing what I had seen inthe prn magazines.

Then he groaned a long cry as he jerked into me and began pumping cum down my throat. I tried to swallow it all but it was too much and ran out of my mouth all over my chin. He pulled out and showered it all over me… in my eyes and hair and on my hairless chest and belly.

He stood over me, still jerking off and his cock was just as hard as when he started. “Come on, little fuckboy, Uncle Charlie has more cock for you, ” he crooned at me

After a half hour or more of face fucking me, he pulled back and started to cry…. saying I made him do it and said he was going to his room and maybe he would be ok, but might have to tell my mother. I was so scared I stayed in my room the rest of the day.

The next night my parents left for the weekend and he volunteered to stay with me. They had barely left the driveway and he came to my room and led me back to his. He got naked again and striped all my clothes off. He held out his cock and showed it to me up close. His cock was long and fat and had a great big red head on it. Later I found out it was almost 10 inches long and I could barely get my fingers around it because it was so thick and dripping with precum.

He grabbed me by the head and told me to suck his cock. He pushed a lot of it into my mouth and held me by the head. He pumped it a lot into my mouth, holding my head real tight, face fucking me and groaning and gasping as he shoved it deep into my mouth, down my throat. I started to gag, but he held me on it and as I relaxed, he pushed another two more inches down me. Then he arched into me and began to spasm against me. I felt his cock expand inside me and then cum began to blow down my throat as he shot huge spurts of cum into my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but lots leaked out of my mouth all over me.

He pulled his still hard cock out of my mouth and licked the cum from my face and chin, then reaching for my mouth, he kissed me deeply, his tongue moving into my mouth like a small cock and I tasted him all over again as his hands gripped me buy my ass now, his hands and fingers crushing me to him.

He stood up finally and threw me on my belly; my face buried in the pillows and then told me he was going to put his still hard cock into my ‘boy pussy’. He greased up my hole and finger fucked my butt hole. I was screaming. It hurt so much but he just kept finger fucking my ‘boy pussy’ as he called it until he got three finger in there. I was spinning all over the place.

Soon the pain was easing up and he held me tightly at the hips as he got my ass in the air and my legs spread wide. After a dozen three finger probes stretching my hole so big, he put his cock against my hole and pushed very hard. I screamed as the massive cock head popped into me and then he held it there, grinding it around in me. “Like that pussy boy, like getting ass fucked by a real man,” he crooned as he rolled his cock around in my virgin hole.

Then he grabbed my head by the hair and pulled hard on it as he rammed his cock all the way in with one stroke. I screamed and screamed but he fucked me like a crazy person…He held me tight in a death grip as he pounded cock into me.

Then he began groaning and I felt like that cock was growing bigger and bigger in my boy hole. He screamed “uh, fucking boy pussy, cunt, uhhhh fuck, uh, fucking slut, cuntboy.” and shot stream after stream of hot cum into me.

I felt like it was hitting my chest from the insides. Hot burning cum just kept spraying into me until he finally finished and pulled his cock out with a oud plopand walked into the bathroom to clean his cock.

I lay on the bed, like a broken toy, my face in the sheets, unable to feel my legs, numb from the waist down. I felt the cum oozing down from my ‘boy pussy’ onto my balls and cock and making a pool below me.

For the rest of the weekend he fucked me almost on the hour. As soon as he could get his cock hard, usually by me sucking on it, I was his slut bitch, cunt, whore, boyfuckhole… he was tough talking and very rough with me. My ass hole was so opened up, the muscles so battered that after the first 5 or 6 times, he would just flop me into the position he wanted to fuck me in and slam the cock into me to the hilt. His balls now slapped my body with every lunge of his raw power.

He always rape-fucked me, always slamming it into me as hard as he could, never gentle in any way…. and sometimes he would pull out of my puss hole and make me lick him clean. Other times he made me sit on his cock and play ‘ride the pony.’ That first time I sat down and got the whole cock into me, I grinned. I was proud I was able to take it all by myself. I began to slide up and down that pole and then was humping into him as hard and fast as I could. He held me by the hips and lifted up into me, pushing against my every move. He began to groan and I knew he was going to cum. “Give me your cum,” I begged him, “Fuck my cunthole!” I cried as the hot juices ripped loose inside me. It was later that I realized I had shot cum all over his chest and faces myself in my orgiastic ecstasy.

We rarely left his room, only to eat quickly and return. He was insane for fucking me and on one trip back upstairs, he grabbed my bare body as I climbed the stairs and mounting me, he fucked me on the stairs. He couldn’t stop pumping into me there, even after he shot his cum into me, he stayed inside me, humping against me until his cock finally went limp and it slipped out.

He dragged me bodily up the stairs and threw me on the bed and shoved his limp cock into my face and ordered me to suck it hard again. 15 minutes of hard sucking, my jaw aching from the effort and he finally was hard again. His cock was bright red from all the fucking but he didn’t care. He laid me on my back with my legs spread out wide and pushed my feet back over my head, my ass out and up for his use.

He leaned down and began to lick my asshole with his tongue reaching in for the cum juices he had buried there. He licked and sucked and new feelings trembled through my very being. My own cock rose hard again, almost in my face. He began tongue fucking me and my own juices rose up and I began to shoot cum right at my mouth, an inch away. I opened my mouth wide as the hot ropes burst out hitting me in the face and mouth. I was crying out, screaming for more…

His lips left my wet and broken puss hole and then I cried out in joy again as his cock slid into me, the deepest it had been. . He began to fuck me harder than ever. My legs were hitting the bed with each frantic powerful thrust of his strong hips, his cock so deep. We were both crying now, screaming… and then he screamed, “Yes, yes, my fuckbaby, here it is, I’m Cumming.” I wept as the cum filled me.

He finally gave one more hump into me, getting the last of his load out and we fell over on our sides and slept.

Later, much later I awoke as I felt his cock slowly working its magic inside me again. We were still on our sides, but now I was folded against his strong body, my back to him, his cock sliding in and out of a well used pussyboy cunthole. I smiled and fell into a semi-sleep, letting him have his way, knowing that I will never be the same again, knowing that I was made for this, knowing that my folks would still be away for another day and a half, knowing that this man with a cock that never ran out of cum would fuck me steadily until they were in the garage…

He turned me into a boytoy/fucktoy and to this day years later I still ache for every fat cock I can get in my sluthole and if I am not getting assfucked, I can’t eat enough cock, suck up enough man cum…Well. That’s me ……a happy bottom slut…gimme cock, lots of cock..please …fill me with your cum

Where is he, well, a few hours before my folks got home, he began to cry and say how sorry he was and what a filthy man he was. He got dressed and ran out of the house and drove away. He never came back.. I never saw him again. Truth is, I am what I am and made for men like him. He didn’t have a choice…my body called out to him.. He did leave without his big dildoe, which I named after him and buried in my cunthole every night and kept in there until morning…until I got the real thing back in me..

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Copyright Corey Anton

It was strange at first, living with a guy I hardly knew and who, it had been implied for a number of years, was a son-of-a-bitch. But we worked it out and found that we actually liked each other after a month or two.

The summer I was seventeen dad decided we should take some vacation time so we could go somewhere and spend some time together. It was hot in Phoenix so we decided to go over to the coast and stay somewhere on the beach.

We didn’t have a reservation anywhere and when we got to the coast just about everything was taken. I thought we might have to go back home but dad finally found us a place which turned out to be perfect. They only had the one room available, on the top floor, and it only had one bed but it had a balcony that looked out on the beach and a marble bathroom with a huge shower and a fireplace too. We figured that we could always look for something else if sleeping in the same bed didn’t work out so we took it.

We spent the afternoon on the beach, dad reading and me mostly trying to get the hang of body surfing. We went to dinner at a steak place which was also right on the beach. We got to sit outside, almost on the sand, and had great steaks and ice cream for dessert.

After dinner we talked about going to a movie but we weren’t really in the mood so we took a walk instead. When we got back to our room dad looked at the fireplace and gave a shrug. “What the hell,” he said, “we’re paying for it, might as well use it.” Once he had the fire going of course it was too hot in the room so we opened the balcony doors and let some of the sea air in.

“This is great,” dad said from the balcony. “No one can see in so we can leave the doors open all night if we want.”

There wasn’t anything on TV so we got out our books and sat down to read. That lasted for maybe fifteen minutes before dad began to yawn and “rest his eyes.” I wasn’t much better off so we decided to call it a night and go to bed. Dad showered first and came out of the bathroom in a pair of red stripped boxer shorts. For a 42 year old guy my dad looks pretty good in shorts. The hair on his chest and legs looked almost gold in the firelight and even that little bit of gray on his head faded into a kind of blond color.

While I was in the shower I thought about my dad and how good looking he was. I wondered how he’d look naked and then realized that I’d seen Coach Bowers completely naked lots of times but I’d never seen my own dad that way. I started to get hard so I shut the hot water off and stood in the cold until it was under control.

When I finished drying I wrapped the towel around me, picked up my clothes and went out to the bedroom. Dad was turning back the bed. “You ready?” he asked.

“I guess.” I dropped my towel and turned back the cover on my side.

“Hey, when did you start sleeping in the buff?”

“At camp. All the guys sleep this way. Besides, it’s more comfortable.”

“It sure is.” He grinned at me and pushed his boxers down. “I guess I can too, then.” He folded his shorts, put them on a chair and started to get in bed.

“Hey, how come you’re not cut?” I hadn’t meant to say that but it slipped out anyway.

“Huh?” He looked puzzled for a moment and then looked down at himself. “You mean…” He looked over at me, at my dick, and then back at himself. “Well, I guess… I guess because they didn’t do that much when I was born. Unless you were Jewish.”

“I’m not Jewish. Am I?”

Dad stood there and looked at me like I was crazy. Then I guess he caught on. “Oh, you mean because you’re circumcised? No. That doesn’t make you Jewish.”

I looked down at myself and then at him. We sure looked different. He’s a little bigger than me but that wasn’t what I was looking at. I couldn’t see the head of his dick; the shaft just came down and was kind of squared off at the end. With me, the shaft came down and ended with a dark pink head, kind of helmet shaped.

“Uh… do we have to do this inspection thing standing or can we at least get in… uh, on…” He shrugged. “You know what I mean.”

I tossed the cover all the way back and got on the bed. He followed, resting his back against the pillow next to me.

“Okay,” he said, stretching his legs out. “I suppose you want to know why you’re circumcised?”

I nodded. “Yea, that’s part of it.”

He gave me a funny look but then he nodded. “Well, I guess the main reason is that they just did it. I mean, no one asked or anything, they just assumed we wanted it done and they did it. I asked the doctor about it and he said circumcision was just a matter of routine and they did it to all the boys.” He shrugged. “So you got circumcised.”

We sat in silence, him thinking and me looking at his dick. After a while he said, “You mind very much? The doctor said you’d feel more comfortable in the locker room `cause all the other guys would be circumcised too.”

I nodded. “I guess there’s one or two who aren’t but he was right. Most of the guys are.” We sat for a little longer before I asked, “How does it work?”

“Huh? How does what work?” He knew what I meant but I guess he wanted to hear it out loud.

“Your…” I couldn’t think of the polite word for it. “You know. Your dick.”

He smiled but he blushed a little too. “Just like everyone else’s I guess. No different from yours.” He looked down at his dick and then over at mine. “Oh! You mean with the extra skin. That doesn’t really make a lot of difference. Except that the head’s covered up.”

I looked more closely at it. I could see the outline of the head but it was completely covered. “How do you pee that way? I mean how do you aim it when it’s all covered up?”

He laughed and tousled my hair with his hand. “No, no, son. When I pee I pull the skin back a bit and aim just like everyone else.”

“Can I see?”

“You want to see how I pee?”

“Yeah. How does the skin pull back?”

He looked at me for a moment and then took his dick in his hand. “Okay… I guess.” He turned and looked at me. “This is kind of embarrassing, you know, son? I mean, I can’t remember ever showing this off to anyone before. You… sure?”

“Yeah. I want to see.”

He slowly slid the skin on the shaft of his dick back, toward the base. As he did, a little bit of the head came out. “There. See?” He laughed a little bit. “Now I can pee as good as anyone.”

A sudden thought occurred to me. “Does it ever come out all the way?”

“The head? Oh, sure. I just have to pull the skin all the way back.”

“Do it.”

He pulled back on the skin more, until the whole head was out and the skin was piled up behind it. The head was light pink and looked wet. It was smoother looking than mine too. He let go of the shaft and the skin began to slowly swallow up the head again.

Somehow this had all begun to seem so normal, almost… I don’t know, almost ordinary: a father teaching his son some physiology or something. When the head was completely covered I looked up at him and said, “Can I do it?”

“May I do it.” His automatic response only made the scene more ordinary. Then he did a kind of double take. “Do what?”

I looked back at his dick. “Pull the skin back. So I can see how it works.”

Dad looked at me for a long time, thinking. Then he shrugged and said, “I guess. If you’re sure you want to.” He let go of his dick and spread his legs a little wider.

My arm shook a little as I reached over and took his dick in my hand. When I closed my fingers around it it felt very warm and somehow alive. “How… how do I do it?”

“I’ll just let you figure that out,” he said with a laugh.

I squeezed down on it and pulled back just a little.

“No, no,” dad said, taking my hand in his. “You don’t have to pull it, you just help it slide back. It really moves very easily. See?” I loosened my grip and he guided my hand back.

I was fascinated, seeing the head slowly emerge from its fold of skin. He let go of my hand and I moved it back until it was against his hair. There seemed to be more so I moved my hand back up the shaft and pulled it back until all the skin was at the bottom of the shaft. When it was, I slowly moved it all back, until the head was completely covered. Then I did it again.

“What happens when you get… well when you get hard?” I slid the skin back again and then let go. “Does the head come out or is it still covered?”

Dad grinned at me. “Keep doing that and you’re bound to find out.”

“Can I? You don’t mind?”

He sighed. “I guess not, seeing as we’re this far into it.”

I moved the skin back and forth along the shaft four or five times and I felt it swell in my hand. I thought how alive it felt, moving in my hand, stretching and rising up. I let it go and it stood straight out between his legs. He flexed it and it bobbed up towards his belly and then fell back, waiving just above the bed. I took it in my hand again and felt its hardness and bulk. I thought it was the biggest dick I had ever seen. When I took hold of my own to compare I was surprised to find that I was as hard as dad was.

“It’s not as big as you thought it would be, is it?” He reached over and took my dick in his hand, squeezing it just a little. “I’d say they’re about the same except that yours is still growing.”

That stopped me for a second. “You think so? Really?”

“Hey, don’t get your hopes up too high. It’s not going to be a monster but yeah, I think it’ll probably grow a little more over the next couple of years. Enough to show me up.” He laid back against his pillow and let out a little groan. “I assume you know what’s going to happen if you keep doing that.” He nodded at my hand, still sliding the skin up and down his dick.

I nodded and didn’t stop.

“Well then I guess turn around is fair play.” He ran his hand up and down my dick a couple of times and then looked at me. “Do you… ah use lubricant or hand cream or anything?”

“Mostly.”

“You bring it with you?”

“Yeah.”

When I didn’t move he took my hand off his dick and said, “Well, go get it. This thing isn’t going anywhere. But hurry. If I have too much time to think about this I’ll probably chicken out.”

I hopped out of bed and dug the lube out of my suitcase. Back in bed I pushed my pillow up and sat against it like he was. When I handed him the bottle he said, “No. Show me how.”

I took his hand and poured some of the lube in it and then wrapped it around my dick. “Like this?” he asked, slowly slipping his fist up and down my dick.

“Oh, yeah. But not fast. I… I want to wait until you’re ready.” I took his dick back in my hand started sliding all that skin up and down his shaft.

“It won’t take as long as you might think, son. It’s been a long time since someone did that to me and it…” He groaned and laid his head back against the pillow. “It feels very good.”

It felt very good to me, too. His dick had become hard as an iron bar but the skin was still velvety and slid so easily up and down the shaft. I found he liked it if I squeezed just slightly when my fingers slipped over the ridge of the head. I was so focused on his dick that it came as a surprise that I was about to come. I grabbed dad’s hand and stopped him but it was too late. My dick just seemed to explode and spray cum everywhere. My orgasm was so intense I thought I might pass out and it went on and on. Dad was wonderful and kept helping it along until my dick was so sensitive I had to make him stop.

“Wow,” he said, still holding my dick, “I’d forgotten how much a guy your age shoots out.” He rubbed his other hand over his chest and then spread my cum over his dick. “When you’re ready, let’s try some of that and see how it is.”

I began to stroke him again and with the slick cum my whole hand seemed to glide over him. His breathing changed and he moaned a little. “Oh, yeah, that’s it. Do it just like that.” And then he came, not as much as I had but still a lot. His didn’t shoot out as far as mine had either. After a bit he put his hand on mine and stopped me.

“Enough, son, enough.” We stayed like that for a long time, me holding on to his dick and him holding my hand still. Finally he looked over at me and grinned. “Looks like we need another shower, huh?”

Without asking I got in the shower with him and we washed each other. Naturally I got hard even before he ran the soap over my body but he stayed mostly soft even when I took his dick in my hand and started washing it. I loved the feel of his dick in my hand and washed it for a long time.

“Hey, you trying to wash it completely away?” he laughed, stopping my hand.

“No! I just like to hold it, that’s all.” I looked up at him and he smiled so I figured it was okay and he wasn’t going to make me stop.

“Well if you’re going to scrub it you might as well learn to do it right.” He showed me how to pull the foreskin back and gently wash the part that’s usually covered. Then, when we got out, he showed me how to gently dry him there and then cover it with the skin again.

“You mind the doors open?” he asked as we climbed into bed.

“Not if you don’t. It’s nice, hearing the ocean.”

“Well then, unless you need to talk, let’s get some shut eye.” He turned and looked at me. “You don’t, do you? Need to talk about… well, about… anything?”

I thought I knew what he was asking so I just shook my head. There didn’t seem to be anything to talk about.

“Okay. Well, good night son.” He ruffled up my hair and turned over. He was asleep in about seven seconds. It took me only a couple more.

I guess it was because of the open doors but it got cold in the room during the night and we just naturally pressed up against each other for the warmth. Around four in the morning I woke up a little and found myself pressed against his back, my dick nestled in the crack between his buns and my arm around him, his dick in my hand. It felt so good, being so close to him and feeling his dick, heavy in my hand but not really hard.

I was though. As hard as I could remember being.

Dad shifted a little and it felt so good, my dick moving slightly between his buns. I tried a very gentle little movement and dad pressed back against me. I tried it again and he started to get hard in my hand.

Every time I moved he pushed back against me until we had a little rhythm going. I also started moving my hand on his dick, slowly jacking him off.

I froze when he lifted his head because I thought he was going to tell me to get away from him and let him sleep. What he did, though, was say in a very sleepy voice, “If you’re going to do that son, you’d better get some of that hand cream.”

At first I didn’t know what he meant. Then he pushed back against me and I figured it out. I didn’t want to let go of his dick or move away from him but I had to do both to get the lotion, which I’d left on the bedside stand. I got it and spread quite a lot of it on my dick and wiped some along his crack. Then I settled back against him and took his cock in my slicked up hand.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered. “That’s nice.”

He began to squirm around and then reached back and pushed me away a little so he could get hold of my dick. Then he backed up to me and suddenly my dick was pressing into him, into his ass. It was about the best thing I’d ever felt.

“Go slow,” dad whispered. “It’s been a long time.”

When I was all the way inside him I was afraid I’d come but we laid still for a while and I was okay. Then he started bucking, pushing back on me and then pulling forward. When I finally figured out that he was also pushing his dick in and out of my slick hand I kind of took over and began stroking in him and stroking his dick at the same time.

After a very short while he put his hand on mine and made me stop. “I’m so close, too close, son. Let’s just let it rest a bit.”

I pushed into him as far as I could and then lay quietly, feeling the heat of being in him.

It seemed to me that we stayed that way for a long time but I don’t think it was. Dad turned his head just a little and whispered, “It’s not working, son. I’m going to come. I can’t help it. I’m going to come.

And he did, his dick pulsing and shaking in my hand. I tried to help him, keep it going but all I could really do is shake and have hot and cold chills from my own orgasm. And again, it went on and on and on.

When it was over and were breathing normally, dad reached up and ruffled my hair again. “Go back to sleep, son.”

I wanted to say something but I was suddenly so sleepy that I just drifted off, still inside him.

Sometime later I must have slipped out of him because I woke with my back pressed against his chest and his arm around me. It was a long time before I could convince myself that it had happened at all.

“You awake?” Dad moved and I felt his dick up against my butt.

“Yeah. Just barely.” I looked at the bedside clock. It was almost eight.

Dad moved again and turned on his back. I did the same and looked at the bulge in the sheet at his crotch. He caught me looking and said, “Yeah. I know. You too.”

I looked at myself and saw that I had quite a bulge at my crotch also. I reached down and felt it and then reached for dad’s.

“Oh, no,” he said rolling away from me. “No more until we’ve had breakfast and talked a little.” I moved a little towards him and he put up his hand. “No, I mean it. We’re going to take showers, separately, and then go have breakfast. And talk.” He looked at me and smiled. “You want to go first?”

I nodded, got out of bed and went into the bathroom. When I came out, showered and shaved, I saw dad had stripped the bed and was wearing his boxers. He smiled at me, said, “Next!” and went into the bathroom.

We went back to the place we’d had dinner the night before and sat in a corner on the deck. Dad didn’t say much but he kept looking at me with an almost puzzled expression. Finally I decided just to go for it.

“I guess that… Well, last night, do you suppose that makes us queers?”

He looked at me and smiled. “I don’t know. Maybe yes and no?”

“And that means?”

Our breakfast came and we waited until the waitress finished serving and went away. By that time, though, the aroma of the food got to both of us and we realized how hungry we were. We ate pretty much in silence with an occasional comment on the food was.

When the table had been cleared and we had fresh cups of coffee I asked him again, “What did you mean by `maybe yes and no’?”

He looked out at the beach. “Well, I think for a guy your age what happened last night doesn’t mean a whole lot. I mean, guys go through phases sometimes, experimenting, you know? Figuring out who they are or trying out something different or maybe just getting their rocks off because they’re horny.” He turned and looked at me. “See what I mean? Now it could be that you’re gay or maybe bisexual or straight as an arrow. But whichever, last night doesn’t prove anything.”

I thought about that for a minute or two. What he said seemed right. “Okay but what about the `maybe yes’ part?”

He looked back at the beach. “Well son, as I’m sure you figured out a while back, I am gay.” He looked back to me. “You did know that, didn’t you?”

I didn’t. It had never occurred to me. I guess he could see that by the expression on my face.”

“Whoa there son, is this new information?”

“Well, kind of.” I looked him in the eye. “I never thought about it, dad. I just never thought about it.”

He thought for a long moment. “Well, I guess that puts a little different light on last night, doesn’t it?”

I didn’t know what that meant either so I just said, “Not for me.”

Dad stood up. “Come on, son. Let’s take a walk along the beach.”

We took off our shoes and walked along the line of the surf. Dad finally broke the silence. “You know son? I’ve known I was gay… or at least different from the other guys since I was ten or eleven. By the time I was a little older than you are now I’d begun to figure out how I was different. It wasn’t talked about much in those days which was probably good because two young guys could fool around together and that’s all it was, just fooling around.”

“Then… If you knew you were gay, why’d you marry mom?”

He stopped and looked at me. “Two reasons, one of which should be obvious.”

“Obvious?” As usual lately I didn’t have a clue as to what he was talking about.

He smiled at me and started walking again. “Well, maybe not. Reason number one was you, of course. Even at the age of twenty I knew I wanted to be a father. I wanted someone I could love and show the world to. Someone like you.” He reached out and ruffled my hair. “The other reason was that I loved your mother.”

That really confused me. “But… But you were…”

“Gay? Yeah I was but I’d never really done anything serious about it and your mother was a sweet, kind person and we got along well. I figured with a family I’d be okay. Maybe a little frustrated sometimes but what the hell, everyone’s frustrated sometimes.”

“And…”

He gave me a hard look. “You sure you want to know all this?”

I really did. This stuff was all new to me but strangely familiar. “Yeah.”

“Well, a couple of years after you were born your mom met a guy who… I don’t know, who swept her off her feet I guess. Anyway, she went off to Cleveland to live with him. I wanted to keep you but she, and the court, were having none of it so you went to Cleveland too.”

“Wow. That’s not the way I heard it.”

We kept walking, dad looking straight ahead. “Oh? And how did you hear it?”

“Mom said you were irresponsible and that’s why I had to stay with her in Cleveland. When I asked her why you were always writing me letters and sending me presents she said you probably felt bad about leaving her.

“How come we’ve never talked about this? I mean, you’ve been living with me for a couple of years now. Time enough for it to come up.”

“When mom sent me out to you she told me never to talk about this stuff. She said you’d be mad and I should just keep quiet and start all over with you.” I shrugged. “So I did. Living with you was a heck of a lot better than living with mom and that pretty-boy in Cleveland and I didn’t want to…” I had to smile. “Ah… To queer the deal.”

Dad let out a whoop of laughter. “That’s good, son. Very, very good.”

“But anyway, when did you… Well, do something?”

Dad put his arm around my shoulder. “Well, I tell you, son. About a year after you and your mom went off to Cleveland I met a guy. We got to be friends and that led to the other stuff. He was very caring, very gentle and very loving. Pretty quick it all made sense to me.”

“But what…”

Dad stopped and looked at me. “Later, son. Later. This is a vacation so let’s do some vacation stuff. Your choice. Drive down the coast, lie on the beach, go to a movie, whatever. This is your day and we’ll do whatever you want.” He gave me a grin and a wink. “Of course you should probably choose carefully because tomorrow is my day to choose and you probably don’t want to spend the entire day in the modern art museum looking at strange pictures.”

I thought for a minute. I might be overstepping but I was willing to take the risk. “Okay. What I really want to do is more of… of what we did last night.”

He looked at me like he didn’t know what I was talking about. Then I guess it hit him. “You mean spend the day… having sex? Together?”

I nodded. “That’s what I want. I want to try stuff… stuff we haven’t done yet.” He got an odd grin on his face. “And I don’t care if we do have to go to some dumb old museum tomorrow.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, if that’s what you want.” He ruffled my hair. “I guess I was right. You’re a horny kid who wants to get his rocks off.”

In the hotel he put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, set the lock and took the spread off the bed. “Like I said last night when you were “inspecting” my dick, this is probably going to get embarrassing.” He looked over at me. “Well, at least for me. How shall we start?”

“I want to undress you.”

He came around the bed, stood directly in front of me and spread his arms. “Undress away.”

I made him bend down so I could pull his polo shirt over his head. I put the shirt on a chair and asked him to sit on the bed so I could get his shoes off. His socks came next, neatly balled up and stuffed in his shoes. I asked him to stand then and took the top button on his jeans in my fingers. My hand was steady but I was shaking in my head. Was I really doing this, really undressing my dad? I looked up and he smiled.

Yeah, I was. Undressing my dad.

I popped the button and then the next two in line. His jeans slid a little way down his thighs and there was the top of his red striped boxers, the ones he’d almost worn to bed the night before. I opened another button and his jeans slid down his legs. Before I could think about it I squatted down and tugged at the waistband of his boxers and they slid down too. He carefully lifted first one leg and then the other so I could strip them all the way off.

With the jeans and shorts out of the way he was naked and I was squatting in front of him with his dick about three inches from my face. I leaned in and kissed it.

“Oh no, not yet,” he said putting his hands under my arms and pulling me up. “You’ve got to be naked to do that.” He pulled my tee shirt over my head then sat me on the bed and took my shoes off. “I don’t know how the hell you can wear those things without socks,” he said and pushed me back onto the bed. He untied the string in my board shorts and pulled them off. “No underwear? How do you get away with that when you’re hard most of the time? Like now.”

“The shorts are loose and I’m not huge like you. Now can I kiss it?”

He pushed me back further on the bed and then got on his hands and knees on top of me. He slowly moved up, dragging his dick along my body until it was resting on my chin. “Yes, son, you may kiss it.”

I took hold of it and kissed it right on the end. Then I took it in my mouth and felt it grow and become very hard. I tasted a musky, salt taste as I tried to get my tongue under his foreskin and knew immediately it was his pre-cum. It tasted wonderful.

“I have an idea, son. Let me turn around so I can do that to you, too.”

We ended up on our sides and I almost came when he took my dick in his mouth. I’d never felt anything like it and I let his dick slip out of my mouth while I was fighting not to come. At that dad let go of me and rolled on his back. “Sensory overload son?”

“Uh… Yeah. I can’t… You know, I don’t know what to feel and I loose track of what I’m doing.”

“Common problem for us all my boy. I tell you what,” He moved around so he was kneeling between my legs. “Your recovery time is probably a lot shorter than mine so let’s do this first.” He ducked down and took my dick in his mouth and ran his tongue all around the head. Then he just took it all in and I could feel something, his throat I guess, closing down on me. I let go and began floating on a cloud of pleasure.

“Shit, dad, where did you learn to do that?”

He pulled off my dick and looked up at me. “Don’t use that word around me, son. Ever.” He took my dick back in his mouth for a second and then pulled off again. “I learned it through a lot of practice. Now shut up and enjoy it.” He went back down on me and did the swallowing trick again.

When I began to make some noise he came off my dick and started licking and playing with my balls. It drove me wild but let me back off a little, too. Then he went back to my cock and brought me right back up. He did this three times before he pushed me over the edge and let me come. When he did it was the very best orgasm I’d ever had. And the longest lasting.

He kept my dick in his mouth for a long time, just letting it rest there. When he finally let it slip out of his mouth he moved up the bed and looked at me. “Does that thing ever get soft?” he asked, rubbing his hand over my belly.

“Sure it does, only not when it’s in your mouth.”

We lay there for a little bit, touching each other, exploring each other’s body. I loved the feel of the curly hair on his chest and found I could make him growl and squirm when I played with his nipples. His dick was very hard and felt enormous in my hand. I got him to roll over on his back so I could sit on his thighs and compare, holding our dicks against each other.

“See?” he said, putting his hand on mine. “They’re almost the same except for that extra skin I have.” He moved my hand and I couldn’t believe how good it felt, jacking two dicks with one hand. Catching my smile he said, “Feels good, doesn’t it? Hard to tell which dick is who’s.”

I nodded and looked at him. A thought had been running around in my head for quite a while and I wondered it I should ask him. On impulse I decided not to, to just do it. I dropped forward on my arms and kissed him. On the mouth. A chill went through me when I felt his moustache rub along my upper lip. He let go of our dicks, put his hands on either side of my face and lifted me away.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked in a low voice. “I mean…” He stopped and looked in my eyes. “”You really want this?”

I didn’t even think about it. “Oh, yeah, I really do. Please?”

He brought my lips back to his and nuzzled me with his moustache. Then his lips parted a little and my tongue slid into his mouth. I let out a groan and found his tongue. We played around a little and then he began sucking on my tongue, the way he’d sucked on my dick. It was wonderful.

When I had to pull away to catch my breath dad grinned at me. “You like that as much as I did?”

I didn’t answer, I just lowered my head and sucked his tongue into my mouth. I raised myself up on my knees and felt his dick slide back across my balls and through my legs. When I felt it touch my ass it was like it was electric and little waves of shock went through my body. I pushed back on it, feeling the head press against my hole.

“Oh, no.” Dad stopped kissing me and held my face away from his. “I think I know what you have in mind and it isn’t going to happen. Really.” I bent down to kiss him again but he turned his head and said, “No, I mean it.”

“But you let me…”

“I know but I’m… Well, I guess I’m older and a lot more experienced at this.”

I grinned at him. “So who better to teach me? Besides it’s my day and you said we would do whatever I wanted.”

He turned serious. “But I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean what you seem to have in mind. Look, this has all been pretty easy and it’s all felt good. What you want to do won’t feel good at all and it’ll hurt. Trust me on this. It will hurt and hurt a lot.”

That puzzled me. “Then why would anyone do it? Why did you do it? Last night.”

He thought for a little and then pulled me down into a kiss. When we broke it he said, “Probably because it’s been a long time since I’ve done it and I like it very much.” He lifted his finger to my lips to silence me. “When you first do that it involves a whole lot more than just… Well, more than just sticking a cock up your ass. First of all you have to have absolute trust in the owner of that cock. Second you have to be ready for it and you have to want it more than anything you’ve ever wanted. It also helps if you have a lot of emotional feeling for your partner and he’s not built too big. It’s not something you do when you’re just playing around. At least not the first few times you do it.”

I slid down his body and took his dick in my mouth. He rested his hands on the back of my head and groaned. I probed his pee slit and found I could slip my tongue under his foreskin, between it and the head of his dick. He really liked that.

When I took more of his dick in my mouth I thought I was going to gag. I guess he caught this because he raised up a little and said, “Deep breaths, son. Through your nose.” I did that and it was okay. After a while I managed to get his whole dick in my mouth and throat and he really liked that, especially when I tried to swallow on it. I liked it too, especially feeling his wiry hair on my nose.

When I pulled off a little way I took all his skin with me so it was all bunched up over the head. Then I held my mouth still and slowly pulled the skin back down the shaft. When I had just the naked head in my mouth I sucked the skin back up.

Dad’s breathing got more and more ragged until he gasped and said, “That’s it, son. I’m going to come. Now.”

I kept rubbing my tongue across the underside of the head and suddenly my mouth was full of his cum. He was moaning and rolling his head around on the pillow and mumbling some stuff I couldn’t understand. I stayed down on him until he grabbed my head and held it still. When he let go I slid back down on him, holding him in my mouth the same way he had held me. I got a better reaction though. He went almost completely soft in my mouth.

He pulled me up so I was stretched out on top of him and we kissed. After a while he asked if I was hungry—for lunch. When I thought about it I was so we took a shower, got dressed and went out.

“Fried shrimp?”

“Yeah, fried shrimp. What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all. I just thought you’d want… I don’t know, burgers, fries, that sort of thing.”

I grinned at him. “No way. We’re on vacation so I get to eat nice.”

We ended up at a pretty nice place that the hotel recommended. I got my shrimp and a glass of iced tea and dad had scallops and a beer. After lunch dad insisted we go for a swim so we went back to the hotel to get our suits. He wouldn’t let me play with his dick while we were changing because he said, he couldn’t get his bathing suit on over a hard-on. I put on board shorts because they pretty much hid mine.

We swam and got to playing around, ducking each other and racing. Every time dad ducked me I managed to get my hand on his dick and when it came time to get out of the water we had to wait until he got soft again.

Out of the water we lay in the sand and watched the other people on the beach. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I turned on my side and said, “I really want to do it, dad. I… I really want to feel you inside me.” He started to say something but I shook my head. “No dad, hear me out.” He gave a large sigh but nodded for me to go ahead.

“I thought about what you said this morning and I can see that it makes sense. Like you said, I need to have feeling for the guy that first does it and I have to trust him with my life. Except for the small dick thing, who does that sound like to you?”

“Well…”

“No, wait. I love you dad. Not like other guys love their dads, I’ve known that for a while now. You know. I… I just love you. And would I trust you with my life? I already have, at least for the last four years.”

“But…”

“No. No buts about it.” He laughed which broke the tension. I held up my hand and ticked the points off on my fingers. “One: I really, really want to. Two: I love you with all my heart. Three: I trust you. Completely. Four: While your dick is pretty good sized it isn’t exactly huge. So see? Unless it’s that you don’t love me or don’t trust me, there’s no reason not to do it.” I reached out and touched his shoulder. “And lots of reasons to do it.”

He lay very still on the sand, looking at me and thinking. Then he shrugged and quietly said, “Okay.”

Without another word we picked up out towels and went back to the hotel.

We took separate showers and when I came out dad had pulled the bed covers back and opened the doors to the balcony, to let in a warm breeze. He was standing in the middle of the room, naked and with the beginning of a hard-on. He walked up to me, took me in his arms and said, “I’ll ask this only one more time. Are you sure about this?”

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him for a long time.

When we broke he said, “Okay. I get the message.”

We got on the bed and he pulled me up on top of him. “The first time is easier this way. You have the control and can go at your own pace.” We kissed for a while and I felt him get hard between us. I sat up and felt it slip into my ass crack. The feel of it there was very exciting and I wondered if this could really get better.

“Here.” Dad handed me a tube of jelly and smiled. “Hope springs eternal so I always carry this in my shaving kit.” The stuff felt very slick on my fingers, better even than the hand cream. I raised up, spread some on his dick and then sat back, trapping it between my buns again. When I rocked back and forth a few times dad smiled and moaned a little.

If it was good for him it was fantastic for me. His dick slid along my crack and made me terribly excited; I wanted him inside me in the worst way. I raised up and reached behind me, positioning the head of his dick so it was pressing against my hole. When I tried to sit back nothing happened, I couldn’t seem to relax myself.

“Two things,” dad said, never taking his eyes off mine. “Push out, like you’re on the toilet, and take a very deep breath through your mouth.”

I did both those things and suddenly the head of his dick was inside me. I waited for the pain but it wasn’t there; all I could feel was dad inside me. I lowered myself some more and by the time I was sitting on him, feeling his wiry hair on my ass, I was so full of him that I thought I might explode. Dad never looked away from my eyes and I think he saw it coming. Neither of us moved, neither of us said anything but I felt it from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, this hugeness growing in me, taking me some place I’d never been.

We let it happen all by itself and it seemed to take a long time until it took all of me, until there was nothing left of me but that pleasure. I guess I came but I don’t remember that. What I do remember is the great release of pleasure and the look in dad’s eyes, a combination of love, surprise, gratitude and his own pleasure.

After a long while dad asked if my legs were cramping up and I told him they were. He helped me lift up and he slipped out of me, leaving me empty. “Here, lie on your back with this pillow under you.” I did and he came into me again, on top of me with my legs wrapped around his hips. We kissed for a long time and then he began moving in me, short strokes that drove me wild. The strokes got longer and the head of his dick kept hitting something inside of me that gave me great pleasure. The feel of dad’s belly rubbing my dick as he stroked inside me only made it better and kissing him made it best.

“I think it’s my time, son,” he said into my mouth. “Being inside you… well I can’t… do it any longer.” He slid out until just the head was inside me and paused. Then he pushed back in, as deep as he could go, and it started. His dick seemed to swell up even more and I felt it begin to shoot inside of me. Then I came too, shooting my cum up between us.

We lay that way for a long time, until dad went soft and slipped out of me. We dozed together for a time and then took a shower together. He let me play with his dick in the shower and then sucked me while I sat on the bathroom counter. After I came he grinned at me and said, “That’s five times you know. In less than twenty-four hours.”

I grinned. “Yeah? My personal best is seven.”

Dad rolled his eyes. “Personal best?”

“Sure. A lot of the guys kind of keep track, so they can brag. Tom says his best is nine but I think he’s lying.”

After dinner I looked at my watch. “We’d better hurry. I’ve only got four hours left.”

“Four hours? What… Oh, in your day to do what ever you want.” He winked at me and grinned. “What’re we going to do, try to break your personal best?”

“Maybe. We’ll see.” On the way back to the hotel I asked him what we were going to do tomorrow, on his day.

“Well, I thought pretty seriously about the new art museum.” He looked over at me and laughed. “But I gave that up in favor of the nude beach. I want to see how you handle having a hard-on in public and no board shorts to hide it in.”

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Copyright Greg Bowden

Looking at it from the vantage point of forty-four years later, I’m pretty sure I knew what my dad was doing in his room that Saturday afternoon. I may have even listened at the door beforehand but if so, I don’t remember it. I also don’t remember why I thought I could just go bursting into his room but I did. I threw open the door and there he was, naked, lying on his bed with his hard dick in his hand. I stopped short, staring, probably with my jaw hanging open.

My dad, though, was the coolest man alive. Nothing ever ruffled him and this was no exception. He never missed a stroke.

“Well, hello son,” he said opening his eyes and giving me that silly grin of his. He looked me up and down a couple of times and then said, “You know it looks to me as though you have three alternatives at this point son. You can turn around and leave, you can just stand there and watch, or,” he moved over on the bed and patted the space next to him, “you can join me.”

I don’t know how long I stood in the middle of his room taking in what was happening before he said, “Well? Which is it?”

My hands seemed to go about pulling off my tee shirt and shorts all by themselves, with no help from me. I climbed onto the bed and lay down, naked, next to my dad.

I laid there rigidly, staring at the ceiling until my dad nudged me with his elbow and said, “It’s okay. I think you’re ready.”

I looked down at myself and saw that my dick was standing up as hard as it’d ever been. I wanted desperately to look at him–at what he was doing–but I was afraid to so I went back to looking at the ceiling. I also took my dick in my hand but I didn’t do anything with it. It was more like I was covering it.

I heard my dad chuckle and I turned my head towards him. “It’s okay, son,” he said. “It really is. It’s also okay to look. Hell, that’s the point of masturbating with someone, isn’t it? To watch?”

My mouth was too dry to speak so I just nodded. But I looked, too. I couldn’t help myself. He had his dick in his fist, his fingers curled around the head, slowly slipping his foreskin up and down over it. His other hand was cupping his balls and I wished he’d take it away so I could see them. His balls had always fascinated me when I’d seen him getting out of the shower or we’d changed together at the pool but I’d always been afraid of being caught looking. Now…

“Hey, hey,” he said, putting his hand on my arm. “Slow down. Getting there is half the fun.”

I hadn’t realized I was even doing it but I was and I was already close to coming. I let go and my hand began making slow circles over my belly. I say it that way because I really had no conscious control over what I was doing. My hands seemed to have wills of their own and my mind was focused on my dad, taking in how he looked and how he was doing it. I remember I was amazed at how open he was about it, how he shifted so I had a better view and how he watched me, his eyes taking in my whole body and then shifting to my crotch, staying there, looking at my cock.

“You came out pretty well in the dick department,” he said. He let go of his balls and slowly ran his hand up his belly to his chest where he took hold of one of his nipples. “Must skip a generation.”

I looked back at myself and made the comparison. To me it looked like we were pretty much the same. Somehow he read my mind. “No, you’re longer,” he said. “By at least an inch, I’ll bet. But I think maybe I’m thicker.”

My hand was back on my dick, moving fast again. I couldn’t help it. My dad read my mind again and he sped up too. I think I came first but not by much. We both took it in the fist, not letting anything spray out. When it was over, and that’s the way it felt, I was relieved but there hadn’t been much kick, my dad handed me a small cloth to wipe up with. He pulled a second cloth out of the nightstand and wiped his hands.

“Not so great when all that other stuff is going on in your head, is it?” he said and gave me that grin of his. “Remember that when you start making love seriously. It needs to be easy and a little familiar before it becomes wonderful. Now then,” he stood up,” I do this pretty much every Saturday afternoon. You’re welcome to join me any time you want.” With that he went into his bathroom and turned on the shower.

Saturday, April 20, 1957

The next week was torture for me. There I was, a sixteen year old kid wrestling with the fact that he’d jacked off with his dad and found it the most exciting thing that’d ever happened to him. I got hard every time I looked at him because I couldn’t get the picture of him holding his dick and playing with his balls out of my mind. I must have jacked off four or five times a day thinking about what we’d done, maybe more. On Thursday I stopped, afraid I’d make myself sore but then I started again because I didn’t want to come too fast on Saturday. Oh, god, Saturday. Could I do it? Walk into his bedroom and lay down on his bed? Where would I get the courage? What if he didn’t really want to do it again? What if he told me no? What if he…

My dad, on the other hand, was his usual cool self and acted like nothing unusual had happened. He made me do my homework, fixed dinner every night, played ball and board games with me and generally was the same old dad I’d always had.

By Saturday I was beside myself.

The door wasn’t closed all the way but I knocked anyway.

“Well. Hi, son. I’m glad you came back.”

“Really?” I went into the room and stood by the bed. He was naked but he wasn’t hard.

“Sure. It’s always more fun with two.” He moved his hand over his chest and belly, down to his crotch and scratched the curly hair there. I had an impulse to push his hand out of the way and bury my nose there. “You going to join me?” He patted the bed beside him, just as he had the week before.

I mumbled something and pushed my shorts down. I was embarrassed because I was hard.

“Hey,” he laughed, looking directly at my cock. “Don’t let that bother you. It happens all the time to guys your age. You probably won’t believe this, but,” he tugged at his dick, “when you get to be my age you’ll envy that.”

I climbed up on the bed and lay beside him making our legs touch but pretending I didn’t know it. He didn’t move away, he just began playing with his dick. “Hey,” he said, rolling up on his side and looking at me. “Who taught you to do this? I mean jack off. I know you were doing it before we talked about it last year.”

“How?” I was suddenly embarrassed again.

“Hey,” he laughed, “I’m another guy, remember? I was once your age. I also wash your socks. No one has wet dreams into their socks.” He put his hand on my chest and looked into my eyes. “Everyone does it, son. I’m just curious about how you learned.”

As always happens when I’m flustered I blurted out the truth. “Ron.” Ron was my best friend at school.

“Ron taught you? Good for him but how’d he learn it?”

I took a deep breath and tried to think about what we were talking about. It wasn’t easy because dad was fooling with his dick and I could see it begin to grow. “Uh… I guess we kind of learned together. From a book. You know, that one stuck behind the encyclopedia? About sex and stuff?” Damn! Now I’d done it. He wasn’t supposed to know we’d found that book and now what would he do?

He chuckled.

“I thought you’d found that but I never was sure; you always put it back before I could check. Well, good. I’m glad you learned something from it. You sure wouldn’t talk to me about it in those days.” He rolled onto his back and began to play with his foreskin.

“So… Let’s see what you learned.”

My dick had gone soft while we were talking and now my mind was so full of questions and ideas that I was afraid I couldn’t do anything. It came up, though, as hard as it had been the time before. I started in but dad put his hand on my arm again and told me to slow down. “Make it last,” he said. “There’s a lot of joy just in getting there.”

He paced himself with me again and we blew off at almost the same time. This time he didn’t pull his skin up when he started to shoot and some of it landed on me. Somehow that made me happy. I didn’t know why, exactly.

“Next week?” he said as he rolled off the bed, rubbing his cum into the hair on his chest.

“Yes, sir,” I said, imitating him by rubbing the cum that had landed on me into my belly.

Saturday, April 27, 1957

The next week was easier. For one thing I had spent the entire week jacking off to images of my dad lying next to me on his bed. The images had shifted in several different directions but I just let them do what they wanted and wondered if any of that stuff would ever really happen.

On Saturday I bit my lip and didn’t knock but just walked into his room. I’d wanted to do it naked but couldn’t bring myself to that. I was able to go in wearing just my boxers, though. He was already on the bed naked and his dick was hard but he wasn’t touching it.

“Hi,” he said, rolling onto his side. “I guess you’re getting more comfortable with this, huh?”

I pushed my boxers off and got on the bed next to him. “Yea,” I said. “I think I am.”

“You jack off to it? Thinking about doing it together, I mean. I do.”

I turned to look at him. I guess he thought I looked kind of surprised because he grinned and said, “What do you think, I only manage to get it up on Saturday? Hey, it’s not like I’m near death or anything. I’m only twenty-two years older than you and I jack off a lot.” He looked down at my crotch where I already had my cock in my hand. “Well, not seven times a day. Not even every day maybe, but a lot.”

We laid there for a while, not talking but both of us playing with our cocks and watching each other. After a while, when we were both hard, I worked up my courage and asked him, “Who taught you to do it? To jack off, I mean.”

He looked down and watched me play with my balls for a bit. He sighed and looked up. “I guess I should have seen this coming.” He seemed to think about it for a moment. “Oh, well,” he sighed, “I guess fair is fair. My brother taught me.” He hesitated for a second. “Your Uncle Dan.”

“Your brother? He taught you?”

My dad laughed. “Yea. It’s something brothers are supposed to do for each other.”

“How…”

“We slept in the same bed. He was doing it one night and I woke up and asked him what he was doing. He showed me how just to shut me up.”

“How…”

“Okay, okay. You want the whole story, I’ll give it to you. But don’t forget, fair is fair. I’ll tell you but then you’ll have to tell me about you and Ron. Whatever you guys do.”

Dad rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling for while, gathering his thoughts, I guess. His dick had gone limp but as he thought it began to swell again, crawling slowly along his abdomen.

“Both of my brothers, Dan and Roger, and I slept in that big room on the second floor, over the porch. There were only two beds up there and since Roger was the oldest he got one of them all to himself and Dan and I slept in the other.” He reached down and took his dick in his hand, not jacking off exactly but more like playing with it. My cock was really hard and I tried not to work it too much but it wasn’t easy. Watching him fool around with his and hearing about him sleeping with his brother made me want to jack off like crazy.

“I guess I was around fourteen then which would make your Uncle Dan fifteen or sixteen. He must have been sixteen because it was June so he’d already had his birthday. It was hot, I remember and we’d all gone to bed in just our underwear. I went right to sleep and I guess Roger did too because I don’t think it was very much later when something woke me. Dan had thrown the cover off him and in the dim light I could see he was doing something to his cock. I asked him what he was doing and he said, ‘Nothin’ and told me to be quiet.”

Dad turned to look at me and put his hand on my arm. “You’d better slow it down, son, or you’re going to be all over before the story is.” Thinking about his hand on my arm, the hand that had been playing with his dick, nearly made me come right then. I dropped my cock and let my hands rest on my belly. He went back to looking at the ceiling but he didn’t take his hand off my arm. His other hand strayed down to his balls and he slowly stroked his fingers over the sack.

“Well, anyway, I knew he was playing with himself and I told him so. He told me to shut up again but after a moment he whispered, ‘Besides, playing with yourself is for little kids.’

“‘But that’s what you’re doing,’ I said. ‘I saw you.’

“‘Am not,’ he spat back at me. ‘If you want to know, I was jerkin off.’

“I asked him what ‘jerkin off’ was and he said if I didn’t know I sure was a dummy. Every guy in the world knew what ‘jerkin off’ was.

“Well, that made me mad and I threatened to tell dad he was jerkin off if he didn’t show me what it was.” Dad chuckled and glanced over at me. “I can still hear that exasperated sigh he gave, like he was being forced to give up the secrets of the universe. He told me we had to be real quiet because we didn’t want to wake up Roger. I don’t know why I didn’t wonder about that at the time. I mean, Roger was a couple of years older—how come he didn’t know about this jerkin off thing? But I didn’t and even if I had I wouldn’t have asked.

“Dan pushed the cover off of us, down to our knees and told me to dig my cock out of my underwear. His was already out but he stuck his hand through his fly and pulled his balls out too so I did the same.”

Dad took his hand off my arm and took hold of his dick. “I guess you can go back to it now,” he said. “But don’t get carried away.” I gently ran my hand up and down my shaft and it felt so good it was all I could do not to start right in jerking away.

“So what’d he do, after you both had your dicks and balls out?”

“Dan started pulling on his cock and told me to do the same thing. I asked him how, like it was some sort of very exact, delicate operation. He gave me that exasperated sigh again and told me I must be dumber than the corn growing in the north field. Then he reached over, took my cock in his hand and showed me.” He looked at me and gave me that grin. “I have to say, I’d never felt anything like his hand on my cock. As soon as he wrapped his fist around it I went completely hard. Then, when he moved the skin up and down, pushing the foreskin over the head with his thumb and rubbing along the underside, the most wonderful feeling came over me, like electricity jumping all around in my cock and balls.”

He was doing the same thing to his dick as his brother had and I mimicked it, matching him stroke for stroke. I had never realized how good it could feel, doing it slowly like that. Always before I simply went for it, getting to the main jolt as fast as I could but this was something else again. I groaned a little and dad said, “See? Didn’t I tell you getting there was half the fun? Sometimes more than half; sometimes just getting there is the best part.” He let go of his dick and hefted his balls. I did the same, backing away from the orgasm that was closer than I’d realized.

“Did he finish you off? Did he make you come?”

Dad smiled. “Yea but I don’t think he meant to. He was just demonstrating but it felt so damn good and I had no concept of holding off or making it last. It didn’t take any time at all and I’m surprised I didn’t wake Roger when I came the way I was thrashing around the bed.” His hand went back to his dick and I was relieved because mine had been aching for more attention. We both started a slow stroking.

“You getting close?” dad asked, watching my hand on my cock.

“Yea. I am,” I said. “It’s hard to back off anymore.”

He took a deep breath. “Me too.” He pinched one of his nipples and let out a groan. “I say we go for it, okay?”

“Okay!” I wanted to come so bad but I did my best to stay with him. After about ten strokes, though, I couldn’t do it anymore. “Oh, man, here we go,” I said out loud and lost complete control.

“Oh, yea,” my dad groaned. “Now.”

We both shot off and I guess it was because we were watching each other so closely or maybe it was just the way we were holding our cocks but most of my dad’s first shot landed on my belly and mine landed on his chest. He let out three more big shots but kept most of it in his fist. I couldn’t seem to stop coming though and must have shot another six or eight times, a lot of it coming down on my dad’s chest.

When we’d caught our breath my dad laughed and said, “That was some show, son. I’d forgotten how much a sixteen year old had to shoot and how far he could shoot it.” He rubbed the cum into his chest hair and then sniffed his hand. “You do that much every time or have you been saving it up?”

I guess I blushed or something because he reached over and patted me on the shoulder. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t,” I lied and then thought better of it. I mean we’d just jacked off together for god’s sake. “Yea, I guess you did but I’ll get over it. And yes and no.” He gave me a questioning look. “Yes, I shoot like that pretty much all the time and no, I haven’t been saving it up. I…uh…I did it this morning once before I got up.”

My dad just shook his head and patted me on the shoulder again. “Good for you,” he said. “Now go take a shower.”

The whole next week I jacked off to the picture of my dad and my Uncle Dan in bed, Uncle Dan showing dad how to do it. As the week went on, though, Uncle Dan kind of got replaced my me and I was the one with the hand on my dad’s dick, jacking him off.

On Saturday I went into his room naked. My cock was up hard, almost against my stomach and I was embarrassed but I did it. Dad’s bed was empty but I heard the shower shut off so I knew he’d be there in a minute. I climbed on the bed but I kept my hands at my sides.

“Hi there,” dad said coming out of the bathroom. “Looks like you’re ready.” He hefted his dick and winked at me. “Give me about ten seconds. Us old guys take longer to get it up.”

“Aw, dad…” I started to say he wasn’t old but then I realized it was a joke. Besides, by the time he got on the bed he was as hard as I was.

“I guess now I get to hear about you and Ron, huh?”

I kept looking at his dick and remembering what I’d thought about all week. “No, no. You got to finish. What happened after he… uh, brought you off?”

“Oh, boy.” Dad looked at me. “You sure you want to hear all this?”

I nodded.

“Well, okay. Let’s see. When I started to shoot off in my brother’s hand he didn’t stop, he just kept on stroking it until I had to take his hand away because the head was getting too sensitive. Then I laid back in total awe. Remember this was the first orgasm I’d ever had and it completely did me in. I had no idea anything could feel so good.” He took his dick in his hand and stroked it a couple of times. “I guess I’ve had better since but I’ll always remember that first one.”

“So what then? Did he let you watch him jack off?”

“Not exactly. He put my hand on his dick and said, ‘Now you do it to me.’” He looked over at me and raised one eyebrow. “You here for story telling or jacking off?”

I let my hand slide over my cock and down, onto my balls. “Both, I guess,” I said. “But I’m afraid of shooting off too soon so I’m trying to keep my hands away for a while.”

He smiled and said, “I know what you mean. And I didn’t get to do it this morning like you did so I have to be doubly careful.” He tugged on his balls a couple of times and went on, ignoring my red face. “He had to show me how to hold him, where touching felt best but after that I just began stroking his cock. I guess it felt as good to him as it had to me because I remember he took my hand and made me slow down. It still didn’t take very long. When he came I didn’t know how to control it and he came all over both of us. When it was all over he let me hold on to him until he went soft and then he wiped us both clean with a rag he had under the bed. Then we rolled over and went to sleep. At least he did. I laid there for a long time thinking about what had happened and how it had been. Then I did it again, all by myself, and it felt almost as good as it had the first time.”

“So you came twice that night?”

“And three times more in the back of the barn the next day.” He took his dick in his hand and gave it a couple of good strokes. “Now tell me about you and Ron.”

“Well…” This was not going to be easy. I’d never, ever, told anyone about learning to jack off with Ron and now I was supposed to tell my dad? And what about the rest of it, was I going to tell him about that, too? Then it occurred to me that dad had probably never told anyone about that time with his brother, either, but he’d told me. And they’d done it to each other the very first time. I took a deep breath and held on to my cock.

“Well, I guess I told you that I found that sex book behind the encyclopedia. I read some of it but a lot of it didn’t make much sense. I told Ron about it the next day and he came over after school to see it. You were at work so we had lots of time to check it out. At first we just tried to look things up in the index but we didn’t know the right words for most of them. Then Ron came up with masturbation. There was a whole chapter on that.”

Dad looked at me and smiled. “I know. I chose it mainly for that chapter. Since you weren’t talking to me much then I figured that book might give you some of the stuff you needed to know.” He was holding his dick in one hand and his balls in the other, not doing anything, just holding them. I looked down and saw I had gone soft so I took hold of my cock and held it in my fist just like he was doing.

“We read through the whole chapter and when we were through Ron asked me if I wanted to try it. I said yes so we took off our pants and shorts and started playing with ourselves. We both got hard really fast and Ron started stroking on his cock but he said it didn’t feel all that good. I remembered what it said in the book and told him he probably needed some lubricant or something. I went and got some oil out of the kitchen and when he spread some over his cock he said it felt a lot better.” My cock was getting hard in my hand with thinking about that first time. I looked at dad and he was slowly working his dick up and down. I did the same, in time with his strokes.

“And?”

“Well, I started doing it too but without the oil. I didn’t need it with all this extra skin. It felt better and better the more I did it and I could tell Ron was feeling the same things I was. We just went on and on, up and down our cocks until suddenly I knew something was going to happen. I didn’t know what and that scared me a little but I couldn’t stop. Then I came and it was like something inside me exploded and all this white stuff shot out of my cock. When it happened to Ron he shot even more than I did.” The slow stroking on my cock was making it feel wonderful and I thought how much better this was than racing up to coming.

“Did you go back to the book and figure out what had happened?”

“Yea, we did.” I laughed. “Reading that chapter after we’d done it made a lot more sense than it did the first time. I put the book back after Ron went home and then did it again. It was even better that time. I did it in bed that night, too.”

He laughed. “I know what you mean. When you first learn to masturbate it’s difficult not to do it all the time.” He thought for a minute, still slowly stroking his dick. “I take it Ron is circumcised since he needed some oil to do it comfortably.”

“Or spit. He can do okay with spit or hand lotion.” I giggled a little.

“I know. His mother thinks he must have the driest skin on the planet the way he goes through lotion. Oh well, at least he won’t have to worry about dry, rough skin on his dick.” He took his balls in his hand and tugged on them for a minute. “You like not being circumcised? The doctor told me you’d be kidded about it in the locker room in school but I still wouldn’t let him do it.” He laughed and pulled his foreskin up, over the head of his dick and held it there. “I’d had too much fun with mine to let them cut yours off.”

I did the same thing he was doing and it looked to me like maybe I had a little more skin than he did. “Yea, I like it fine. There’s three or four of us and even Coach Jameson has skin.” I let my foreskin slip back on my cock and then began stroking it over the head. “You know what?”

“No, I don’t know what.” My dad was watching me and began mimicking me.

“Well, I think Ron envies me. That he has to be circumcised and I’m not.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because he sure likes to play with it.” It just came out before I could stop it but my cool dad came through.

“Most guys like something they don’t have. You like to play with his?”

I tried to figure out how to answer that but the truth was the only thing that came to mind. “Sometimes. It… It kind of feels good in my hand, especially when it’s growing. And it’s so smooth.”

“I imagine that’s the hand lotion working. You guys jack each other off?” He was stroking his dick faster and I wondered if he was picturing Ron and me, playing around together.

“Yea. Sometimes.” That was the truth because sometimes we did other stuff I wasn’t ready to talk about.

“Good for you. Every man needs a jack off buddy.” His hand was moving faster on his dick.

“Dad? You going to come?”

“I think so, son. I don’t seem to be able to control it any more. You coming with me?”

I could only nod because suddenly I was out of control too. Dad arched his back and let go with his first two shots which he aimed right at me. I let go right after that and my first one hit him on the chin. The rest went on his chest and arm.

Saturday, May 11, 1957

The next week was really busy at school and I didn’t have much time to think about my dad and his brother except when I went to bed at night. Then I pictured my dad getting jacked off, sometimes by his brother but mostly by me. One night, after I had come and before I fell asleep, I began to wonder if they had done anything else besides just jack each other off. It made sense that they would have based on my very limited experience with Ron and even more limited experience with a couple of other guys at school. Ron and I had graduated from jacking each other off to sucking on each other in about three weeks. A few months after that we had even tried fucking which I really liked and Ron barely tolerated. I wondered if my dad and his brother had sucked on each other or maybe even fucked each other. The more I thought about it the harder my cock got and I ended up jacking off again. The next night I did it twice again, once picturing my Uncle Dan sucking on my dad’s dick and once picturing my dad fucking Uncle Dan.

On Saturday I went into his room without even my boxers on. I was kind of embarrassed that my cock was standing up but I was determined to get over it. It didn’t matter anyway, the room was empty. I heard the shower running in dad’s bathroom so I sat on the end of the bed and waited. It wasn’t long before he shut the shower off and came into the room, drying himself off. His dick wasn’t yet hard but it was puffed up and heavy looking; it swayed as he walked.

“Hi Sport. I didn’t want to start my shower before you finished yours. Did you wash behind your ears?” He came over to the bed and made a show of looking behind my ear. “So you did. Good man.”

He was standing so close I could smell his soap and I was looking directly into his belly button. I glanced down and his dick wasn’t six inches from me; my hand began to shake and I had trouble catching my breath.

“Dad?…”

“Yea, son, what is it?”

I had to blurt it out or I knew I would never be able to say it.

“Could I touch your balls? I mean, ever since I was a little kid they looked so big and heavy to me and…” My throat went dry and I couldn’t say any more.

“My balls? Sure. Help yourself.” He reached down and lifted up his dick.

I didn’t think about it at all. My hand just reached out and cupped his sack. His balls were heavy and they felt huge in my hand. I don’t know how long I sat there holding his balls, moving them around in his velvety sack; it was like I was hypnotized. Then he let go of his dick and it fell against my wrist making me jerk my hand back.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you like that. You okay?”

I nodded. “Yea. They are heavy.” I put my hand out for them again but he stepped out of reach.

“Oh, no, you’ve had your feel. Now it’s my turn.” He pushed me back on the bed and pulled my legs apart looking down at me. “You didn’t do too bad in the balls department either,” he said gently lifting them in his hand. He hefted them and then ran his fingers over the sack giving me goose bumps. “They’re almost hairless,” he said, “so smooth— just like…”

“Like Uncle Dan’s?”

Dad let go of my balls and laid down next to me, pulling me up until my head was on the pillow, next to his. “No, Dan’s weren’t as big as yours and his sack was covered with hair.” He hefted his own balls and smiled, like he was remembering something.

“Did you guys, I mean, you and Uncle Dan, did you do anything besides jack each other off?”

He turned his head and looked at me for a long time. “Do you and Ron do anything else? I tell you what, just like this,” he gestured, taking in the bed, me and himself, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. I’ll tell you if you tell me. Fair enough?”

I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded.

“Okay. Let’s see how it goes.” He took hold of his dick and began to play with it, rolling the foreskin up over his finger and then moving his finger around the head, under the foreskin. It made him hard. “My brother, your Uncle Dan, and I spent about a month jacking each other off. As soon as we thought Roger was asleep we’d kick our underwear off and play around with each other under the cover. Then, when we couldn’t wait any longer, he’d throw the cover off and tell me to jack him off. I would, sitting cross legged next to him and working his dick. He liked it done slowly so I had a lot of time to play around with his balls and pull on his dick hair. He really liked that, me pulling on his dick hair.”

“Like this?” I tugged on my pubic hair, right at the base of my cock.

“Yea, only he has lots more hair than you or I do. He has a thick bush, wiry and long enough so I could catch hold of it and really pull it. Sometimes, if he was far enough along, just pulling his hair would make him come.”

I pulled on my pubic hair again but it didn’t feel like much. If I pulled hard it hurt. I went back to my cock, sliding the skin down to the base and then licking my finger and rubbing it around the cleft underneath the head, where it felt so good. Dad turned his head and watched me for a moment.

“Feels good there, doesn’t it?”

I nodded. “What else happened?”

Dad grinned at me. “You have a one track mind, you know son? Okay, okay. I promised.” He looked back up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. “One night when Roger wasn’t there we were playing around and Dan said he wanted to put it in me.”

I’m not sure now but I think he blushed a little when he said the next part.

“I didn’t know what he meant but I didn’t want to let him know that so I just said okay.” He looked over at me. “You ever do that? Say okay when you don’t know what you’re getting into?”

I shrugged. “I guess. Sometimes.”

“Well, don’t. Doing that can get you into real trouble.”

“Did it get you into trouble? That night with Uncle Dan?”

He watched me fooling with my cock for a while, nodded his head and then grinned at me. “No. Not that time. I guess… Well, it turned out I liked it, even from the start.”

“Liked what?”

He started jacking on his dick, not saying anything for a long time. When he was breathing pretty hard, almost there, he let go and started rubbing his chest and belly with both hands. “When he put it in me. He had some grease from the kitchen and rubbed it all over his cock and told me to turn over. Then he rubbed the grease between my buns and on my ass. When he got on his knees over me I knew what he was going to do and I said something really bright like ‘don’t, it’ll hurt’”.

“Did it?” It had when Ron first did it to me.

“Yea. A little.” His hands went back to his dick and started jacking again only slowly. “But not as much as you might think and after a while it began to feel kind of good.” He grinned at me. “Dan sure liked it. He came in about three minutes and made so much noise I was sure someone would hear him.”

I had a sudden picture of my Uncle Dan lying on top of my dad, fucking him. I had to let go of my cock or it would have made me come. I guess dad read my mind because he grinned at me and said, “Yea. Quite a picture, isn’t it?”

“Did he… I mean, did you…” I gave up. “Then what?”

“Well, after he came he rolled us onto our sides and took hold of my cock. He didn’t even have to stroke it, I shot off just from the feel of his hand on me. And the feel of him inside me helped too, I guess.” He began jacking his dick faster. “He never did go soft in me. In fact, he started stroking in and out of me again, while I was still shooting off. It took a little while but we both shot off twice more before he finally went soft and slipped out of me.”

We were both jacking our dicks pretty fast now and with that picture in my mind I knew I couldn’t go much longer. I guess it worked the same way on him because he said, “That’s it, son. I’ve got to let go.” With that he suddenly arched his back and shot off all over both of us. When I saw the cum begin to spurt out of him I came too and it was like neither of us could stop; I lost track after six shots. When we were through and his breathing got back to normal dad ran his hand over his chest and belly, rubbing the cum into his hair. Then he held his hand up and sniffed it.

“Smells different. I guess because yours is mixed in.” He reached over and spread the cum on my chest around and then held his hand up to me. “See?”

It did smell different. I felt a tingling in my cock and I knew I wasn’t going soft any time soon.

Dad rolled off the bed. “Time for a shower,” he said and went into his bathroom. I stayed on the bed and smelled the cum on my hand again. Then I slicked up some more and rubbed it on my cock. Almost before I knew it I was blowing another load.

Saturday, May 18, 1957

I jacked off about sixteen times the next week picturing my dad and his brother fucking. Sometimes Uncle Dan was on dad and sometimes the other way. I even had them in different positions, some of which I really wanted to try myself. Ron and I got together one afternoon after school but he wouldn’t try anything different. In fact, he didn’t seem very anxious to do much of anything but jack off. Later I spent an evening with my friend Wes and we fooled around a little but got interrupted. None of this mattered. By Saturday I was hornier than I think I’ve ever been.

After the week before I was also getting bolder and was determined that this week I would get to touch my dad’s dick. I took off my clothes and went into his room as soon as I heard him turn on his shower. I sat on the end of his bed, just like I had when I’d gotten to hold his balls, and tried to keep my hands from shaking.

I almost lost my nerve when I heard the shower being shut off but dad came out of the bathroom, still wet and toweling off, right away and I thought it wouldn’t look right if I jumped up and moved.

My dad grinned at me and dried between his buns. “I wonder which it is that brings you here so timely. The jacking off or the story telling.” He rubbed the towel over his pubic hair and then along his dick, pulling the foreskin back and carefully drying under it. “Well, no matter. As long as you’re enjoying both as much as I am.” He tossed the towel on a chair and got on the bed.

“Hey, what’s up, son?” he asked when I didn’t move into my place next to him. “Something bothering you?”

I turned and looked at him. He was stretched out on the bed, his legs slightly spread and his dick was still soft, lying over his balls. I tried to smile and he cocked his head expectantly at me. “I… Could I…”

He laughed. “Come on son, spit it out. What do you want to ask of your old jack off buddy?” He turned suddenly serious. “Or is it something you need to ask your dad?”

I still do this when I get flustered; I just blurt out whatever it is. Bluntly. And with no finesse whatsoever. “No! I mean yes. I mean… Can I touch your dick? Please?”

His smile came back. “Touch my dick? Of course you can touch my dick, all you want.” He waited just a second or two and then added, “Of course if you do, that means I get to touch yours, too. Right?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he just pulled himself a little further up on the bed, tucked his pillow behind his head and spread his legs.

My hand was shaking when I reached out to him but he pretended not to notice. “It’ll get hard, you know, as soon as you touch it,” he said quietly. I nodded and took hold if it. It was very warm in my hand and felt alive as it began to grow. I held it loosely and felt it swell and stretch until it was full size and I could just feel his heartbeat down inside it. I looked up and he was watching me, smiling.

“Well, whose does it feel like? Yours? Ron’s?”

I shook my head. “No. None of those. It feels like yours.” I slid the foreskin down the shaft until the whole head was exposed. The skin of the head was pink and very smooth, not all pebbly like Ron’s. I didn’t know how it compared to mine, I had never been able to see mine that close. I moved it back, towards his belly, so I could look at the underside. It was pink too, and even smoother than the head. When I touched it there he groaned quietly and I knew he was as sensitive there as I am. I wanted to lick him there.

He flexed it and it jumped out of my hand. When I took hold of it again the skin had crawled back up the shaft and was nearly covering the head. I slid it back and then up, so it completely covered the head. I took his balls in my other hand and he flexed again but I held on to it. I moved the skin up and down, feeling the ridge of the head as my hand slid over it. It felt deeper than mine, flared out so it would catch my hand on the up stroke.

“Easy, son. You get there faster when someone else is doing it and I’m nowhere near ready to be there.” I looked up at him again and he grinned at me. “Besides, I haven’t made my comparison yet.” He caught me under the arms and pulled me up the bed and tucked a pillow behind my head, just like he had his. I spread my legs a little and hoped I wouldn’t come when he touched my cock.

He was very gentle, handling my cock as though it might crack or break or something. And, being the coolest dad in the world, he wasn’t tongue-tied either. “I think your skin is smoother than mine.” He looked up and grinned at me. “Maybe it’s because of Ron’s hand lotion.” He pretty much did all the things I did to him except he wet his finger in his mouth before he touched that sensitive place on the underside. When he moved his slick fingertip around I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t come. He saw and said, “Yea.” Then he pulled my skin over the head and moved up to lie beside me. “Nice dick, kid.”

“Did it feel like anyone’s?” I figured if he could ask so could I.

“Yea, it did. It’s a dead ringer.”

“Who’s? Uncle Dan’s?”

“No, his isn’t nearly as thick as yours. And not as long, either.” I started to ask again but he held his hand up. “Not now. You’re supposed to be telling me about what you and Ron do, remember? We agreed…”

We had. But how was I going to tell my own dad about stuff like that? He solved the problem for me.

“Hey, when I told you about me and my brother, did it bother you?” I shook my head. “So what makes you think anything you and Ron do is going to bother me”

It made sense. Even to me. “Well,” I said, taking my cock in my hand, “once we figured out how to jack off we just started fooling around. One day, a couple of weeks after we’d been doing it every chance we got, Ron asked me if I knew what a blow job was.” I watched him playing with his dick and wished it was my hand down there.

“And did you?”

I don’t think I even blushed this time. “No. So we looked in that book, you know, the one you hid behind the encyclopedia? We couldn’t find anything, probably because we didn’t know the right name for it.” I looked up at him. “Do you?”

“Know the right name? Yea, I do. And no, I’m not going to tell you until later, when you can write it down. Go on.”

“Well, we tried blowing on each other’s cocks but that didn’t seem like much fun so we just jacked each other off. The next day I asked my friend Wes if he knew what it was. He didn’t know the right name either but he said he was pretty sure it was when you stick your cock in someone’s mouth and they suck on it.”

“What’d you think about that?”

“I don’t know. It sounded weird at first but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to try it. Ron thought the same thing but he said he’d do it if I would. It turned out it wasn’t weird at all. It felt good.” Thinking about the next part made me laugh. “The first couple of times we did it we had an agreement. He would suck me for thirty seconds and then I’d do it to him for thirty seconds. The guy doing the sucking held Ron’s watch so he could make sure he didn’t do more than he had to.”

Dad laughed too. “How long did it take to get over that?”

“I don’t know. A couple of times I guess. Then I didn’t stop after the thirty seconds and just kept on until Ron came. That about took the top of his head off. It took Ron longer to do that to me and he never does like it when I come in his mouth.” I was getting close and had to let go of my cock altogether and just play with my balls. Dad did the same thing with his. We were both breathing a little hard.

“Dad, did you and Dan ever… You know.”

“Suck each other? Yea, I guess we did a few times. He wasn’t too keen on it. Roger loved it though, at least getting sucked.”

“You sucked Uncle Roger?”

He laughed. “Yea, but that’s another story for another time. Right now we’re hearing about you and Ron. What else do you guys do?”

“Well, sometimes we do what you and Uncle Dan did. Not very much though, because Ron doesn’t really like it. I mean, he likes to… well, to…”

“It’s okay, son. I know the word. Fuck, right? He likes to fuck but doesn’t like getting fucked?”

Hearing my dad use that word took my breath away. I’d never in my life heard an adult use that word. I thought it sometimes and some of the guys said it-but only when there weren’t any adults or girls who could hear. Remember, this is the late fifties. Then, that lovely word was never uttered in company, no matter how impolite, and, as far as we knew, it had never been printed except by us in our notebooks, in tiny letters, just to see what it looked like. Times change.

“Yea. He… Yea.”

“How about you?” Dad was jerking his dick faster now. So was I.

“It hurt the first couple of times. At least at the beginning. But then it felt good, you know? Full and… I don’t know. Connected?” I tried to feel what it was like but I couldn’t. I watched my dad jerking his dick and suddenly saw him doing it to me. Fucking me. I came.

Dad must have been watching me because when I let my first shot go he groaned, “Oh, man, yes!” and came too. We got it all over each other again.

We laid side by side, legs touching, for a time while we got our breath back. Finally he looked over at me. “You going to do it again? Like last week? With the cum?”

“How’d you know?”

He waived at his bathroom. “Mirror. Gives a good view from the shower. If you’re going to, may I stay and watch?” He slicked the cum off his chest and belly and gently rubbed it over my cock. He did the same thing with the cum on my chest.

It took me about two minutes and it was better than the week before because he was watching.

That evening, at dinner, I found a 3X5 card at my place. FELLATIO was printed on the card in block letters.

Saturday, May 25, 1957

I could hardly wait for school on Monday so I could show off my new knowledge to Ron. I didn’t do it, though, because at the last minute I realized Ron would want to know how my dad came to tell me the word and I couldn’t figure out any plausible reason. I sure wasn’t going to tell him what my dad and I had been doing together.

I spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened on Saturday, holding my dad’s dick and feeling it grow in my hand. That, and the image of my dad fucking me, made me jack off at least twice and sometimes three times a day. It got to be a little joke between us, dad and me. He’d ask me how it had been every morning at breakfast and I’d pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. He also put a box of tissues on the floor next to my bed and told me to use them because my socks were so stiff he had to wash them twice.

On Saturday he took his shower first so when I went in his room he was already lying on the bed. His dick wasn’t hard but it was puffed up like it gets when it wants to get hard. Of course mine was stiff as a bone and tight up against my belly. I’d pretty much gotten over being embarrassed by that so I was able to go into his room without even carrying my underwear to hide it.

I surprised both of us when I got on the bed and put my hand on his dick, without even asking. He grinned at me and I felt it stretch out and go rigid in my hand. When he was all the way hard I pulled the skin back and touched that sensitive place just behind the head. Then I surprised both of us again by licking him there.

“Wow,” he said, looking down at me. “That was something.” I did it again and then pulled the skin back over the head and scooted up on the bed so I could lie next to him. He moved so we touched all the way from our shoulders to our feet.

I took hold of my own cock, licked my finger and pushed it under the foreskin, right where I’d licked dad. “You going to tell me about fell… fella… sucking Uncle Roger?”

“You don’t forget anything, do you? And it’s ‘fellating’ but ’sucking’ will do nicely.” He pulled the skin back on his dick and held it there, his fingers in a tight circle at the base. “Yea, I’ll tell you about sucking Roger but there isn’t really much to tell. I mean, it isn’t like I did it a lot; just sometimes when Dan wasn’t…” He let his skin go and it slowly crawled up his dick until it mostly covered the head.

“Wasn’t what?” My finger felt so good under my foreskin that I had to pull it out and leave my cock alone for a while. I was already feeling close and we had hardly started.

“Well, here’s how it happened the first time. It was late July and beastly hot. None of the three of us wore anything to bed when it was like that and mostly we just slept on top of the bed, without a sheet or anything. Dan and I were both extra horny for some reason and I guess we didn’t let Roger get deep enough asleep before we started.” He was cupping his balls in his hand, rolling them around in their loose sack. I did the same thing, trying to leave my cock alone.

“I was lying on my side and Dan was inside me and I guess we just got carried away and were too noisy. Anyway, suddenly Roger sat up in his bed and said, ‘What the hell’s going on over there? It sounds like somebody getting fucked.’ He flipped on the lights and there we were. I mean, we couldn’t very well hide it. ‘Well, well, well,’ he said, getting out of bed and coming over to us. ‘I guess somebody IS getting fucked.’” He stopped and pulled hard on his balls.”

“Were you scared?” I sure was, that time Wes and I were “interrupted”.

“I guess we were. To tell the truth, I don’t really remember. What I do remember is looking at Roger standing over us and his cock getting hard, sticking straight out at us.” He let go of his balls and started playing with his dick. I touched mine but I was still too close to do anything with it.

“Roger asked Dan if it was any good and Dan said yes, it was. Roger then asked if he could do it when Dan was finished. You know,” he smiled at me, “they were talking about it as though I wasn’t even there. Dan finally did give me a little hug and ask if it was okay for Roger to do it too.” He laughed. “Dan never called it what it was, he always said things like ‘doing it’ or ‘getting in’. He loved to do it but he could never say it. Anyway, Dan went to pumping his cock in me while Roger watched. After a little while Roger moved in really close and knelt down on the bed by my head. He didn’t say anything, he just rubbed his cock across my lips a couple of times and then pushed until I started sucking on it. He said something about getting him ready but he really just liked having his cock sucked. He wouldn’t come that way, though. It was always a preliminary to fucking.”

He let go of his dick and went to rubbing his hands over his chest and belly. “You know something son? I’ve never told any of this to anyone except… Well, that’s maybe later. What I mean is, just telling you all this is bringing me so close to coming. I can’t even touch my dick.” He looked down at my dick and then gave me that grin I love so much. “Looks like you might be in the same condition.”

“Yea. I am. I’m just so close. It… It’s hard to concentrate on anything but what’s going on in my cock.”

“You want to let go? Finish the story after?”

There wasn’t much choice. Everything in my body told me I was going to come very soon, no matter what. “Can I hold your balls while you come?”

He ignored my syntax. “Sure. Here,” he moved slightly and spread his legs. I sat up and took his balls in my hand. They were hot and pulled up close to his body. He didn’t even touch his dick; as soon as I took hold of his balls he arched his back and started shooting cum across his belly to his chest. He groaned and sucked in his breath and just kept shooting, his balls bouncing around in my hand.

When he was finished, while he was still breathing hard, he wiped up his cum with his hand, pushed me back on the bed and smeared it over my cock. I instantly let go in his hand and he jacked me, making it last. When I was finished he rubbed the cum around on my chest and then on his.

He sighed and lay back on his pillow, wiping the last of the cum on his dick. “Do you mind?” he asked. “I… I like the smell of it, after.”

I looked at his dick which was slowly shrinking up, the head now completely covered with it’s skin. I breathed in deeply. “No. I guess I like it too. At least, I like it when it’s ours, mixed together.” I didn’t have to look to know that my dick was still standing out from my belly. It would probably stay that way for a while, even if I jacked off again. I saw that dad was looking at it and I shrugged.

We lay together on the bed, legs and arms touching, for a while. I enjoyed that, but finally I wanted to hear the rest of the story more. I asked him if he was going to fall asleep or if he was going to continue the story.

“Okay, okay. Where were we?”

“Uncle Dan was… uh, fucking you and you were sucking on Uncle Roger.”

“Oh yea. Well, Dan came, watching over my shoulder where Roger was getting sucked. When he pulled out Roger rolled me onto my belly and spread my legs. He was a little bigger than Dan, thicker, and I asked him to go slow but he didn’t pay much attention. He just pushed it in and started fucking. I remember Dan standing beside the bed, watching and playing with his balls. ‘Geeze, kid,’ Roger said to him, ‘doesn’t that thing ever go soft?’ Dan just smiled and didn’t say anything.”

Dad was getting hard again and he reached down and took it in his hand. We were both still sticky from the cum and I could see he liked it, playing with it that way. I did the same and I was right. It felt good playing with a sticky cock.

“It hurt just a little when Roger went in but pretty soon it got to feeling really good. He didn’t take long and I was kind of sorry when he came because he just pulled out, wiped himself on a rag and went back to bed. Dan turned the lights off and got in bed next to me. He whispered in my ear, asking if we could do it again. I rolled onto my side and he pushed back inside me. When he started fucking me Roger mumbled something about guys who couldn’t get enough and told us to keep the noise down.”

We both started jacking on our dicks but doing it slowly so it would last.

“Did he fuck you again? Did he fuck Uncle Dan?”

Dad grinned. “Yes to the first, no to the last. Dan didn’t much like getting fucked and only let me do it a few times, mostly when I threatened to stop letting him do it to me. There’s no way he’d let Roger fuck him. He did suck on Roger a couple of times, while he was in me and Roger was waiting for a turn, but that’s about it. Roger, on the other hand, never did anything but fuck me and get sucked. He said we could do what we wanted but there was no way he was going to do any of that other stuff.” He looked over at me. “Kind of like Ron, or so it seems.”

I thought about that for a minute. “Yea, I think you’re right. Except, Ron does like to play with my cock a lot. He just doesn’t much like it stuck in him anywhere.”

“It’s the foreskin, son. Guys without it are always fascinated by it. I think it’s that they realize they’re missing something. But it doesn’t mean they necessarily want it in their mouths or asses.”

We were both jacking a little faster and it felt so good. Better than the first time because I didn’t have to worry so much about shooting off before I wanted to. “How long did you guys do this?”

“You mean have sex together? Well, let’s see. Dan and I still do it once in a while, maybe a couple of times a year. Roger? He quit right after his girlfriend began putting out for him, so it was maybe a year or a little longer.” He thought for a minute, watching me jacking my dick and then added, “I guess that was a couple of months after your grandfather caught us at it.”

I dropped my cock like it had bitten me. “Grampa? Grampa caught you? Doing it?”

“Yea, he kind of did. It was in the summer and we were all three naked on the bed. Both of my brothers were in me, Dan fucking me and Roger with his dick in my mouth. Changed my life.” He stopped jacking his dick and groaned. “You know what, son? I’m right on the edge. You want to help me or shall I go it alone?”

I didn’t even think about it. I swung around on the bed and took his dick in my mouth, sucking it in as far as I could get it. He put his hands on my head, stroking my hair and let go. It was his second time but he shot out a lot of cum, enough so I had to swallow fast to keep from choking. Every time he shot he groaned, “Oh, yea!” and arched his back, pushing his dick further into my mouth. Then I started, without even touching myself. I shot off all over the bed and his leg.

When it was over for both of us I sucked his foreskin up, over the head and waited, wanting to feel his dick go soft. He read my mind and messed up my hair with his hand. “It’s not going to happen, son. Not so long as it’s in your mouth.” He lifted me off his dick and laid me back on the bed, next to him.

Finally I couldn’t stand it. “What happened when Grampa caught you?”

He sighed and looked over at me. “I tell you what, let’s leave that for next week, okay?”

Saturday, June 1, 1957

It was a hard week. School was coming to an end and summer vacation would start in a week. That meant exams and studying which kept my mind off what dad had told me. Not that I didn’t think about it. Oh, no, I thought about it a lot and I wanted to know what happened. But I had to get through that mess known as the end of the school year first.

One thing that happened was I only got to jack off once a day, usually just before I got up in the morning. I was too sleepy when I finally got to bed at night and there wasn’t time during the day. The other thing was that I never lost the feel of my dad’s dick in my mouth. Any time, no matter what I was doing or where I was, I could always bring back what it felt like, sucking on his dick, just before he came.

The really strange thing was that when I did get to jack off I didn’t think much about what my dad had done or picture him sucking on Uncle Roger while Uncle Dan fucked him. I didn’t even think much about sucking his dick. What I did do was jack off for the sheer pleasure of it. It just felt so good, playing with my cock and holding back until I couldn’t any more and then shooting all over my chest. I always rubbed it over my skin and left it there, enjoying the smell until I got in the shower.

But mostly I studied.

It was all over on Friday and after our Chemistry final I think Ron wanted to come home with me and get his cock sucked. I told him my dad might be home and he decided it could wait until the next week, when dad would be at work. I went home and for the first time in a week jacked off in the afternoon. I went to bed right after dinner and didn’t get up until nearly ten the next morning.

After I’d eaten, dad gave me that grin and said he was going to take a shower. I told him to hurry and not to use up all the hot water. I went into his bedroom as soon as I had dried off from my shower and found him lying on his bed, his hands behind his head. He looked at my crotch and said, “We can do this later. Or tomorrow if you like.”

I hadn’t any idea what he was talking about until I looked down at myself. My cock was soft and hanging down over my balls. I glanced at his crotch and said, “Oh, no. I’m fine. I just took a lesson from you, that’s all.”

“Well, then, I guess I’ll take a lesson from you, too.” I didn’t know what he meant until I laid down next to him and he sat up and took my cock in his hand. I felt an incredible jolt of pleasure run through me and my cock went hard in record time.

“Amazing how this works, isn’t it?” he said, moving my foreskin back and forth across the head of my cock. “You take a guy in hand and Bingo! He’s hard as a rock.” He pulled the skin all the way down and then bent over and kissed the head of my cock. “Nice,” he said as he lay back on the bed.

“Now then, what were we talking about?”

I could hardly talk. I was still feeling the touch of his lips on the head of my cock. “Grampa. Catching you,” I stammered.

“Oh, yea. Grampa. Well, it was a very hot night we’d been playing around for a while. Lets see… Dan was fucking me, I think for the second time. I was lying on my stomach with my head in Roger’s crotch so I didn’t see dad come in. I knew something had happened though because all of a sudden Dan went rigid and Roger grabbed my head and held it still. I pulled off him and looked up into my dad’s face.” He stopped and looked over at me. “I can tell you, son, that was quite an experience.”

“What did he do?” I took hold of my cock, not to play with it, more like to protect it or something.

“He was very calm about it. He looked me straight in the eye for a moment–I’ll never forget that look, those dark blue eyes staring into mine–and he said, ‘You alright son?’ I held his eyes and said, ‘Yes, sir. I’m fine.’ His eyes stayed on mine for a long time and then he smiled. ‘You boys try to make a little less noise, will you? And don’t be up all night. There’s chores to be done in the morning.’ Then he went out and closed the door.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “And he just left you like that? The three of you?”

“Yea. And I can tell you, we weren’t making any more noise. I think all three of us were stunned by it. Finally Dan said, ‘Oh, God, I thought he was going to kill us.’ It was the first time–and the last–I ever heard Dan swear. Roger, on the other hand, said, ‘Shit, I thought he’d do a hell of a lot worse than that.’ But you know what, son?”

I shook my head and watched him take his dick in his hand and start to jack on it slowly.

“It wasn’t ten minutes later that we were back at it. Dan was pumping away in me and Roger was moaning softly and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. Dan came and Roger took his place and then, when Roger was through they turned me over and jacked me off–together. It was the only time Roger ever helped do that.”

I started jacking my cock, too. “And that was it? Grampa never said anything about it?”

“Oh, yea, he did. That was the part that changed my life.” He reached out and put his hand flat on my belly; he didn’t move it around, he just rested it there. “Son, the rest of this applies to me, not you. I mean, I don’t mean to suggest anything by it. Okay?”

I didn’t have any idea what he was trying to tell me but I agreed anyway. I wanted to hear the rest of the story.

“The next day, after lunch and before afternoon chores, dad caught me and asked me to take a little walk with him. He said he needed to check the spring box up the creek and would like me to go along for the company. As we walked along he put his arm around my shoulders and kind of hugged me. He didn’t usually do stuff like that and it felt so good to me, being close to my dad and feeling his affection for me. About half way to the creek he stopped and looked at me. ‘Son,’ he said, ‘I got to ask you this and I don’t want you to be embarrassed or scared or anything. Just tell me the truth, either way, and I promise nothing will happen to you.’”

Dad rubbed his hand over my belly for a minute and then took hold of his dick. “What he asked me was if I minded what my brothers had been doing to me. I told him it was okay and I even kind of liked it. Then he wanted to know if they asked me before doing any of that stuff and if I said no would they force me to do it anyway. I told him it had never happened that I didn’t want to do it but I figured that if I did say no they would just go back to bed and jack off.” He looked over at me and grinned. “Your Grampa was a very smart man.”

“So he just let it go at that? That they would quit if you said no?”

“I told you your Grampa was a very smart man. He then asked me if I would be able to say no to them. Say I was not feeling good or had a lot on my mind. Would I be able to say no and go about my own business? I had to think about it for a bit while we walked along and I came to the conclusion that I could say no, no matter how good it felt doing it. He smiled at me when I told him that and he hugged me closer. ‘You’re a good kid,’ he said and I felt about ten feet tall.”

He paused for so long I thought that was the end of the story but after a while he sighed and went on. “When we got to the creek we checked the spring box and he asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. I said yes so we walked a hundred yards or so down stream to a pool my brothers and I often swam in. Dad took off his shirt and boots and when he started to unbuckle his pants I realized I’d never seen him naked before. Not one time in fourteen years. ‘If you’re going to swim you’d better get out of those jeans,’ he said when he realized I was just standing there, watching him. I pulled my boots off and my shirt and by the time I got to my pants he was already in the water.”

“How did he look? I mean, did he have…”

“I didn’t see it then. He had his back turned when he pulled his pants off and then he just ran into the water.”

“But you did…”

“Yea. We swam around for a while and then got out and laid on the grass to dry off. The water was pretty cool and we were both shrunk up some but his was still big and smooth looking, like yours.” He reached over and put his hand on mine, the one that was jacking my cock. I let go and he took my cock in his hand, just holding it, maybe measuring it against his memory. “You two are very much alike,” he said, laying my cock back on my belly.

“It’s okay,” I said. “You can hold it.” He took it back in his hand, not jacking it or playing with it, just holding it.

“Laying there in the sun with him I somehow I saw him differently. I don’t know, like I saw him in dreams sometimes or… I don’t know. I did know that it wasn’t going to be long before I got a hard-on. Finally I heard myself say, ‘I could say no to you, dad. If you asked me and I didn’t want to.’ I don’t know where it came from and I don’t know how I ever had the courage to say it but I did.”

He’d let his dick go and I reached over and took it in my hand. I held it, just the way he was holding mine. When I spoke it was nearly a whisper. “What did he do when you said that?”

“He rolled up on his side and fixed me with those dark blue eyes of his and said, ‘Even if I am your dad? You could still say no?’ I guess I nodded or something because he reached out and put his hand on my chest and then asked me if I wanted him to ask me. I nodded again and realized his dick was beginning to get hard.”

“How about you? Were you…” I squeezed his dick gently.

“Oh, yea. I was as hard as I think I’d ever been. I didn’t even try and hide it. He did, for a little while anyway. He sat up and leaned his back against a tree. He held out his arms and said, ‘Son, would you let me go inside you?’ I walked on my knees over to him and sat on his thighs, facing him. I don’t remember answering him but I must have because he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. The rest of that time is a little blurry and I don’t know where the grease came from but there was some and then I was slowly taking him inside me, sitting on him.”

He moved my hand off his dick and put it on his balls. “Not yet,” he said and I could hear the excitement in his voice.

“He felt huge going in and I wondered if I could take it all but I did. He was so gentle about it and when I finally had it all we didn’t move for a long time. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I remember he tasted of tobacco and peppermint and kissing him made me come. I actually thought I might die of the pleasure of it all.” His dick flexed as though he was going to come but he didn’t. He just lay still and stared at the ceiling for a moment.

“When it was over I was embarrassed because I had shot cum all over his chest and it was dripping down between us. I moved to wipe it off and he hugged me tight against him, getting it on me, too. ‘Don’t move, son. Just let it happen.’ He kissed me again and I felt him shiver. He sucked the air out of my lungs and then breathed it back in and then did it again and again. I was dizzy when he broke the kiss and we both sucked fresh air into our lungs. Then he went rigid and I felt him let go inside me. He must have shot ten times or more up there and when he quit he looked into my eyes and said, ‘Dear God, I’ve never come off like that, never in my life.’”

“We stayed that way for a long time, our arms around each other and him inside me, my head resting on his shoulder. Then he began to touch me, moving his hands over my back, down to my ass and up, across my chest and belly. I did the same to him and he showed me, on me, where it felt best on him. He played with my nipples which I hadn’t known were so sensitive and he groaned when I played with his. We were both hard the whole time and when I squeezed his nipples hard he jerked back and began humping his dick in me. I tried to help by moving up and down on him and he helped me by sliding his hands under and lifting. I remember we did that for what seemed a long time.”

He squeezed my dick and I had to take his hand off it so I wouldn’t come. He took my balls and closed his fingers over them, holding them in the warmth of his hand.

“I came first again, without either of us touching my cock. It just happened and it made me dizzy it felt so good. I was holding him, kissing him, when he came and I felt it all over his body, from his dick to his tongue.”

He paused for half a second or so and then said, “I can’t take any more of this.” He swung around on the bed and took my cock in his mouth. I grabbed his dick and we both came immediately, me in his mouth and him in my hand. It lasted a long time for both of us. Afterward, when I’d stopped shooting, he lay his head on my thigh with my cock resting in his mouth. I rubbed his cum over my chest and then wriggled around so I could take his dick in my mouth. I knew he was very sensitive so I just took it in and let it rest against my tongue.

After a long time, by some sort of unspoken–but well understood–consent, we began to play. I slid my tongue under his foreskin and wiped it around the head of his dick. I loved the way that felt, my tongue enclosed in his skin, moving over that smoothness of the head. I loved it even more when he did it to me. Then he sucked in his cheeks, holding my cock tightly in his mouth and slowly pulled my foreskin back with his hand, sliding it back until the head was completely uncovered. The feel of his tongue on that place just under the head sent chills and fire all through my body. When I did the same thing to him he growled deep in his throat and after three or four times he gently lifted my head off his dick because he was close to coming again. He let me suck on his balls while he cooled down and I loved the feel of them in my mouth.

We played until we couldn’t hold back anymore and then came in each other’s mouths at the same time. When we were spent he put his arms around me and pulled me close, fitting his body against mine so I could feel his chest hair against my back and his dick against my buns. We fell asleep that way and had a long afternoon’s nap.

When I woke I was on my back and dad was on his side, his head in his hand, looking at me. “What?” I said and he smiled.

“Oh, I was just thinking what a good looking kid you are, that’s all.”

I reached out for his dick.

“Oh, no,” he said and scooted away across the bed.

“Why not?” I glanced down at myself and saw that I was getting hard.

“Well for one thing, you need a shower. We both do.” He wrinkled his nose and sniffed. “We both smell to high heaven.”

I sniffed and he was right. We smelled of cum and saliva and something else I couldn’t define. I later figured out that it was sex; the smell of sex. “Well, okay but I still have a bunch of questions about you and Grampa. Like, did you…”

“Very sneaky, son, but it won’t work. You’re not going to get me started again with that. We’ll save your questions for next week.” He held up his hand. “I know, school’s out and all that but I have to work next week, even if you don’t.” He patted me on the chest and stood up. “Same time, same, uh… bed. Now go take a shower.”

Saturday, June 8, 1957

I occupied the first week out of school pretty much the same way everybody did: I slept, jacked off, slept, thought about finding a summer job, slept and jacked off. Ron came over on Tuesday and we played around for a while but his heart didn’t seem to be in it. I sucked on him for a while but I didn’t think he was liking it much so I quit and we just jacked ourselves off. Afterward we went to a movie and had more fun than we had playing around.

On Wednesday Wes and I went swimming at his cousin’s house and the three of us played grab ass in the pool until we were all hard but we couldn’t do anything about it because his cousin’s mom was in the kitchen. I couldn’t wait to get home and jack off.

When I jacked off I mostly pictured dad and Grampa fucking in the grass by the creek. The more I pictured it, though, the easier it was to see me and my dad doing it. I thought about sucking him, too, and found I could still remember the taste and feel of him in my mouth. That excited me almost as much as thinking about him fucking me but by the end of the week all I could think about was him fucking me. By Saturday morning I knew I wanted that more than anything in the world.

On Saturday Dad was lying on the bed with his dick in his hand when I walked in. “Fooled you and took my shower first,” he said, grinning at me.

“I noticed. There wasn’t any hot water left.” I lay down on the bed next to him so that we were touching.

He laughed. “At your age a cold shower is good for you. Keeps the hornys away.”

I was hard by then and I waived it around in the air. “Oh, yea?”

We lay in silence for a little while, as though we didn’t know what to say or how to start. Finally I looked over at him and asked, “What did your brothers think about you doing it with Grampa,? Did he do it with them, too? Did you all…”

“Whoa there, son. One at a time, okay?” He paused and thought for a minute. “As to my brothers, they didn’t know about dad and me. He asked me not to say anything and I didn’t. Besides, what he and I did was… well, it was different from what I did with my brothers.” He rolled up on his side, cupped his head in his hand and looked at me. “You need to understand about me and Grampa, son. Remember I said it changed my life when he walked in on us? Well, it did because… Well because when I played around and let my brothers fuck me that’s what it was, playing around. It felt wonderful but it was just playing. With Grampa it was different. He didn’t just fuck me, he made love to me. And he taught me to make love back and I guess most importantly he taught me that I was loved and cherished and someone very special.”

He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. “What he taught me… I’ve tried to teach you every day since the day you were born.”

I had a terrible lump in my throat and then I felt a tear run down my face. I loved him so much. We lay in silence for several minutes until I felt more under control. Then I got up and kneeled over his belly. “Dad? I love you, you know?”

He smiled up at me and nodded. “Yea, I know. I’ve always known.”

“Even though you’re my dad, if you asked me, if you wanted to… to fuck me. I could still say no if I wanted to. I mean, if I didn’t want to. I mean… You know.”

“Now wait a minute, son. Remember when I started telling you about Grampa and me, I told you it was all about me. I wasn’t suggesting that you should do that just because…”

I reached down and put my hand over his mouth. “I know. Ask me. Please?”

He licked the palm of my hand and I jerked it away in surprise. He laughed and then looked me in the eyes. “Son, may I make love to you?” He held my eyes until I nodded but then he shook his head. “No, you have to say it. Out loud.”

“Dad, please, I want you to make love to me.”

He pulled my head down and kissed me. “My dad didn’t do that until he was inside me but I couldn’t wait,” he said and then did it again.

I remembered he’d said his dad tasted of tobacco and peppermint. My dad tasted of Listerine mouthwash. To this day I get a little emotional jolt when I’m close to someone who’s used Listerine.

We kissed for a long time before he pulled back to look at me. “How…”

“The way you and Grampa did. Sitting up.”

He pulled himself up on the bed until his back was against the headboard. Then he leaned over and got a tube of stuff out of his bedside table. He opened it and squeezed out some of the jelly inside. “I wish we’d had this stuff when Grampa and I first started,” he said, putting some on my cock and rubbing it around so I could feel how slick it was. “We mostly had to use whatever grease there was in the kitchen or sometimes just spit. This is better.”

I took the tube from him and squeezed some out and spread it on his dick. He groaned and his dick flexed when I did.

“Now you,” he said, taking the tube from me. He put some of the jelly on his finger and reached under me so he could rub it on my ass. He put more on and pushed his finger into me. It felt wonderful and I opened up to it right away. Then he pulled me close and helped me position myself over him. “Just like jacking off,” he said, “it’s better if you take it slow and easy.”

When Ron and I had done it he’d had to wait a couple of times for the pain to go away before he could get all the way in. With my dad there was no pain at all, just a feeling of filling up with him and something else, a tingle and a wash of pleasure as he pushed through my sphincter. By the time I felt his wiry hair against my buns I was so full of him and he felt so good inside me I thought nothing could ever feel better. I found I was wrong when I began moving up and down on him. Then he pulled me against him and kissed me, running his tongue around the inside of my mouth. And then I exploded.

When I came back he was still kissing me but he was shaking and growling low in his throat. I figured out he was coming when I felt his dick bucking around inside me and his growls changed to a whimper. It took him a long time too.

First his eyes came back into focus, then he leaned in and kissed me, then he began to laugh. I got caught up in it and laughed too. Before long we both had tears streaming down our cheeks and we were laughing like madmen. When we’d quieted down enough to speak he said, “I can’t tell you how much I love you, son.” He kissed me and then went on, “But I can tell you that if you don’t stop moving around like that I’m going to come inside you again.”

I did stop but it didn’t help. He sighed deeply and let go. He grinned the whole time he was coming and when it was over he kissed me and said, “I mean it, son. I love you. The same way your Grampa loves me.” He pushed me back so I was lying along his legs; he had to lean forward because his dick was still in me and it was still hard. When he wrapped his hand around my cock he didn’t even have to move it to make me come. He slipped my foreskin back a little and I shot off, spraying cum all over both of us.

When I had gotten my breath back he smiled and said, “I think we need a shower. Come on, I’ll wash your back.”

In the shower he let me play with his dick while he washed me all over and then played with mine while I washed him. When we had dried each other off we went back to his bed, curled up spoon fashion and slept together.

We slept together from that day on, until I went away to college. When I graduated and came back to work at his construction company, I also came back to his bed. That was in 1963 and we slept together-and made love together-until he died in 1994 at the age of 75. It was a great life.

Thanks Grampa, for teaching him about loving.

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Copyright Greg Bowden

I looked at him, really for the first time and felt my cock twinge as I saw he was just wearing a tight pair of shorts and no top. His nakedness stirred me inside. I looked into his eyes and saw such weakness and fright that I couldn’t help but laugh at what a nice treat was right there before me.

“Where’s your bedroom,” I asked, looking hard into his eyes. He looked at me, frightened, like a rabbit caught in a trap. “Take me there.”

I took him by the hand and we went quickly up a flight of stairs and into a small back bedroom. As soon as we went in, I turned the lock in the door and pushed him onto the bed.

“Shut up and do exactly what I say. I am going to make you so happy today,”

He whimpered as I ripped his shorts off and exposed his small hairless cock. I knew my time was short, so I fell onto his cock sucking it down to the balls and grabbed him by the ass and sucked it down, lifting his squirming small body to my face as I ate him. His whimpers and struggles stopped and soon his little cock was hard as a rock and he was beginning to enjoy his cousin’s cock sucking expertise.

I was surprised as his cock grew in my mouth. I knew he must be jerking off by now and he was pushing his cock against my mouth ad moaning now, jerking his body as the juices surged through his balls to his cock. Then he arched his body and cried out as his baby cum flooded my mouth. I sucked it all down and then threw him back on the bed, rolling him over on his belly and held him there as I reached over to the table next to the bed and grabbed a bottle of baby oil.

I slipped out of my slacks and with no underwear to get in the way, slopped up my cock and then poured it over his ass crack and just jammed my cock into his baby ass without taking any time to loosen it up. I just pushed my cock head into his puss lips, against his tight muscles and fell hard into him with all the force I could push through my cock. I had my cock half buried before he knew there was a cock up his ass.

He started to wail but I chocked his neck, pressing him into the bed and told him to shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good boy.

Then he quieted down as I began to slowly bury it all the way into his cunthole and soon, as I was fucking him in long deep strokes, he began to moan with pleasure and push against me.

I was so glad I found this little girlieboy to fuck. I pounded faster now, knowing that someone could be at the door any second.

Then it was there and I lunged into him as I shot hot cum into his cherry boy ass. He cried softly as I filled his hole with my juices. I shook my body into his as I gave him the last little pumps of cockjuice, then pulled out and wiped my still rock hard, cum covered cock on his ass.

I flipped him over and lifted him by his hair, bringing his mouth to my cock. “Open up and suck” I ordered. He opened his mouth and I shoved my cock in and pumped it to him. He struggled to breath as I pushed it deeper. “Breath through your mouth sweetie it will be so much easier”

I held my cock still until he got his breathing working better than began to face fuck him in earnest. He still had just half my cock in his mouth.

“Jerk me off, lover, grab my cock and pump it fast so you can eat my cum”

He looked up at me with cow eyes and grabbed my cock, pumping it with both hands and I was in baby-face heaven”

Then I remembered my digital camera in my shirt pocket and took it out, snapping a half dozen pictures of his face puffed out and impaled on my cock with his hands wrapped around my cock. Shit, I thought, I should have snapped a few of me ass-fucking his boy hole.

Then I was there. Pretty fast for a second load, I thought but let myself go and shuddered into him as I spasmed cum into his mouth, holding him tightly on my cock, forcing him to drink it down. As it started to spill out of his mouth, I pulled out and shot the last ropes onto his face and then down for a few last spurts on his breasts and nipples, wiping the cum around with my cock head.

Finally I stood up and looked at this little fuckhole and warned him that if he said a word to anyone, I would give his mother copies of the pictures of him sucking my cock.

He started to tear up at that and I sat down next to him, telling him he was a wonderful fuck, the best I had ever fucked. I kissed the tears and then his face and moved to is mouth kissing his sweet lips softly, licking the cum on them, then slipping my tongue in, tasting my cum, holding his naked, small body tightly to me until I felt everything was right.

“Would you let me do it again sometime, will you be my lover again?” I asked, softly, running my hands through his hair.

He looked up at me with those eyes. The fear was gone and he smiled, nodding

” Oh yes, soon. Please do it again, please^A soon?”

I slipped back to the party after a stop of in the bathroom to clean up the aftermath of my afternoon fuck. I hugged my aunt and told her what a wonderful time I had at her party. She was so happy.

I was not surprised when she called a few weeks later and asked if I would mind babysitting her young son for the weekend while they went out of town. He had even suggested it. I told her to bring him around Friday night so they didn’t have to sop off Saturday morning. She was so grateful!

I was just thinking about that baby ass, anxiously wanting to be fucked by my cock.

Life was good.

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Copyright Corey Anton

So, I took the red-eye out of LAX and was home by early morning. Dad was out of the hospital, and at home. My cousin stayed with him that night, and helped make him as comfortable as possible. With his right arm and right leg in casts, he was basically confined to his bed.

Dad lived alone, as he has since I left for college 3 years ago. I am an only child, and my mom died when I was very young so it was just the 2 of us growing up. He never remarried, in fact I don’t remember him ever even going out on dates with other women. He was the biggest flirt you could imagine, and was constantly getting hit on by women, but he never dated. He isn’t gay… I know that for sure. I used to sneak into his bedroom as a child, and spend long hours jerking off to his porn stash.. Penthouse, Hustler, and Playboy (the articles really are good, by the way!). I think my mom had set his standards really high so he could never find someone after her.

At 23, I’m the splitting image of my dad. Dad just turned 40 last year. We’re both 5′10, broad-shouldered & well-defined, thick, dark hair and grey eyes, and year round tans. We have great bodies, with firm abs, defined chests and strong, firm legs, and are both avid sports players. I play football at college. Dad played when he was younger. I bear a strong resemblance to him… in fact other than being a few years older he could probably pass as my identical twin. This is probably one of the reasons I worship him so much… I think I will look just like him in a few years and hope I will be just like him.

So, when I arrived at home early in the morning, dad was resting. When I let myself in I went straight to his bedroom and saw him lying in bed with his foot elevated in a cast, and his arm in a cast as well.

“Dad…” It was hard to see my dad in this condition, and I had to choke back my tears.

He opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw me his face brightened. He looked tired, but his eyes twinkled. “Hey Mikey, good to see you!”

I went over to him and hugged him and gave him a big kiss. “I got here as soon as I could, dad” was all I could say. He proceeded to tell me about the accident, and that basically the doctors told him to get plenty of rest and stay off his feet for several weeks. I said I could stay for a few weeks, and would do anything he needed to help him recover.

“I’m glad you’re here son, can’t tell you how much I appreciate you coming… I love you.”

I spent the rest of the day cleaning the house, fixing dad’s meals, and generally keeping him company. I sat at his bedside and we talked about college, sports, I told him about my girlfriend and how we were probably about to break up, and he listened and enjoyed having me there.

By evening, I was exhausted. I hadn’t gotten much sleep on the plane, and was tired from the day’s activities.

“Dad, would it be OK if I slept with you? I don’t want to be too far, in case you need me”

“Sure, Mikey, I’d like that”

“I’m going to have a quick shower first”

After my shower, I towelled off, and went back to dad’s room. We were both extremely comfortable being naked around each other… we were both very straight, and the idea that it would be anything sexual hadn’t even crossed our minds.

“Can I grab a pair of boxers?”

“Sure, you know where they are.” I took a pair from his drawer and put them on. Sure enough, they were threadbare. all of dad’s underwear was.

I sat down beside dad on his bed. I was still distraught at seeing him in 2 casts, realizing it could have been much much worse.

“Dad, I love you… I’m so sorry this happened to you”

“I love you too, son” dad was dozing, It was nice to be here with him. Frankly, I don’t understand fathers & sons who don’t express their emotions to each other. I cant imagine telling my dad how much I love him, especially at a time like this.

I looked down at dad, and noticed how much he looked like me. He had the same eyes, nose and square jaw. His wavy brown hair was still very thick, and looked just like mine. It occured to me that underneath the bedsheet he was probably naked, as that’s how he slept. THe sheet covered him from his lower waist down, his abs and well-defined chest reminded me of my own. even our hair patterns were similar.

I bent down and kissed him on the cheek. He put his hand on my head and brought it down to his chest. I lay there with my head on his chest as he dozed. I could hear his heartbeat, and my mind started wandering to my childhood, and all the wonderful memories I had with him. He was all I had in the world. When I was young, we were very poor. He would still try to buy me nice things so I wouldn’t feel left out. He bought me a hockey stick when I was 7 so I could play with my friends. As I grew older, he was always there for me… I knew going to college was a huge financial burden to him but he wanted me to go, and helped me out as much as he could.

I couldn’t think of anyone I loved more at that moment. His hand was on my back, and I felt very safe and comfortable in this position. It was ecstacy.

I was listening to dad’s breathing, and dozing a little myself. At one point i opened my eyes, and was looking at dad’s beautiful abs and beyond I noticed that dad was tenting out the bedsheet. Dad was getting hard!

I wasn’t sexually aroused at all, but more out of curiosty than anything else (it’s really hard to explain!) I put my hand out and lowered the bedsheet. I had seen my dad naked plenty of times but never with a hard-on.

Wow. His dick was huge. It was long and thick, just like mine, and pointed upwards and slightly to the left (Just like mine!). I could see it pulsing at the same pulse as his heartbeat.

“Sorry, Mikey, no offence. I haven’t relieved myself in days” dad said, a bit awkwardly.

Embarassed, I stumbled for words “No probs, dad, I, uh, was just …. uh…”

He laughed lighly and ruffled my hair. “Go to sleep”.

I started to move away, but then decided to stay where I was. Dad continued slowly running his fingers through my hair as he dozed. I settled with my head on his abs, just staring at his exposed cock.

What happened next is hard to explain. I wasn’t sexually aroused at all, if anything I felt extremely happy, and emotionally in a good space. Dad was had his hand on my head, and I was watching dad’s cock throb a few inches from my face. I noticed a slight oozing of precum from his cock-slit onto his lower abs. It was mesmerizing. I wanted so badly to show dad how much I loved him for everything he’d done for me, and how much I wanted to be there for him…

I cautiously opened my mouth, and, using my tongue, licked the head of my dad’s cock. My dad responded by exhaling and, even though I didn’t see it, knew he had a slight smile through his exhale. It occurred to me that this was the cock that a long time ago created me. It occured to me he was the man in the world i loved the most.

I took the first few inches of his cock in my mouth, and held it there, neither of us moving much. It felt funny at first. I could tell that dad, even though he was dozing, was enjoying it. THis fact really excited me. I so wanted to show him how much I loved him.

With the slowest of motions, I started moving my head up and down and gave him head. He never moved at all, but seemed to start relaxing into it. His hand continued to caress my head and back. I never imagined I would ever be doing this, and I didn’t want to even think of what it meant. I just knew then that it seemed right.

I covered my teeth with my lips so I wouldnt hurt him. As I gave my father head, I lapped at the bottom of his shaft with my tongue. I raised my head and tried to take his entire shaft into my mouth, but choked (hey, this was my first time!). I reached down to his balls and held them in my hand. They were remarkably smooth, as was the area underneath his balls.

I came to a sudden realization that this was probably the first head he’d had since my mom died. He’d never dated, and had told me he didn’t really act on his sexual urges. All he’d had these past 23 years was his stash of porn magazines and himself. This made me feel like he’d given up so much of himself to raise me… I so badly wanted to repay him for everything he’d given me.

I wanted this to be the best it could be for him… and I sucked and licked my fathers dick with all I had. I was an amateur, but gave it my best. After a few minutes, his body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat. His balls started tightening (just as mine do when I am about to cum), and then, all of a sudden, he stops breathing, tightens up, and shoots wad after wad of semen. Seven shots. Straight into my mouth. I swallow greedily, feeling love like never before. I am in total ecstacy. When he’s done, I still held his cock in my mouth, wanting this moment to never end.

I wish it could have been better for him… I wish I knew what I was doing… I wish I even knew what I felt at that moment. I felt love, I felt happiness, I didn’t feel aroused, but would do it again in a heartbeat if he asked me to.

With his strong, free arm he drew me up and close to him. He looked at me and smiled, and I took hold of his hand. “Thanks, dad. I love you”.

“I love you too, son”

It was very easy to fall asleep in my father’s arms that night. He put his left arm, the one that wasn’t in a cast, around me and we fell asleep. Despite what he had just been through with the accident, and the fact that his sleep was intermittent and uncomfortable, as he couldn’t move around much, he seemed very happy and content. I’d never seen him quite that happy before, and I’ve never felt quite so close to him.

So we fell asleep that night, snuggled close, him stunningly naked, his cock covered with my saliva & remnants of his cum, and me in a pair of his old boxer shorts. Even though he was the only one that had cum, I felt an intense sense of satisfaction knowing I had given him an orgasm, more intense in fact than if I had come myself.

He woke up in the middle of the night to change positions. He still wasn’t used to the fact that he had casts on, so it was a bit awkward.

“you OK, dad?”

“Yeah, Mikey. just a bit sore. Could you get me my pills?”

“Sure thing” I went and got him his medication, which was to help alleviate his pain. I also helped him readjust his position so he would be more comfortable. He took his pills, and after a while they took effect, and he started relaxing.

With my left hand I started massaging his chest. “Does this feel OK?”

He looked at me and nodded, smiling shyly.

“Here, let me give you a bit of a chest massage, dad” I said, and sat beside him on the bed. Using both hands, I drew small circles on his chest. Now, my dad worked in construction, and had a very well developed upper body. His pecs were very large. I had always been envious of my dad’s build, even though my body was muscle-toned myself. His pecs were naturally smooth, with no hair on it at all, while his abs had a bit of fur on them and a beautiful dark treasure trail. His nipples were very large and stood out, topping on his pecs very beautifully.

I started looking at my dad differently… he was my dad of course, but now he also had a _body_. A physical body, that I saw right then as stunningly beautiful. he lay naked in front of me, and my fingers were roaming over his large, sculpted pecs. I was afraid to touch his nipples even though they begged to be touched. His skin was developing goosebumps, as my touching was getting lighter and lighter. It could barely be called a massage at this point. It reminded me of sensuous foreplay, the kind they do in movies. The kind my girlfriend would have liked if I had done on her, but refused to. She used to beg me to fondle her breasts, but I never wanted to, definitely not in this way.

This was different. I was finding Dad powerfully attractive. This might sound strange, but I wasn’t sexually excited… I felt drawn at a more primal level. My dick wasn’t hard at all, but the sensation in my loins and abdominal area was unbearably pleasurable.

“Oh Mikey, that feels so good” my dad said in a low, husky voice. His eyes were closed and his face was slightly strained.

“Just relax, dad”. I just went with the flow and my fingers soon found their way to his nipples. Dad shivered at first contact. For me, it was like electric jolt. His nipples were hot. They felt so tender in their warmth, and yet so masculine in their hardness. I drew the smallest circles around the tips. Dad’s mouth was opened slightly, and I could feel his tense pleasure. My mouth was salivating intensely, and I had to swallow to not drool everywhere. My hands made their way down his chest to his abs. His abdomen was beautiful had a defined six-pack, and framed by the subtle ridges of his lower ribs underneath his skin. His dark treasure trail bisected his abs perfectly, and the hair felt amazingly soft. I kept my touch light as ever, and I felt like I was exploring someone’s body for the very first time. My fingers were on fire and the touch of his body sent jolts of current into my body.

my fingers found his belly button and trim waist. My dad was moaning now. It hadn’t occurred to me to look up to this point, but I looked down and noticed that at the end of his treasure trail, beyond his pubic bush, he was fully erect, and from the looks of the pool of pre-cum drizzling out of his cockhead, he’d been that way for quite a while. This seemed odd to me, because I didn’t feel turned on that way… it didn’t even feel like a sexual experience as I’d known them, it was something far more primal, and far more pleasurable.

I couldn’t help but admire dad’s cock. I always had admired its size and girth, and how it stuck out completely straight, and was the perfect color, framed against his dark hair. It seemed to shine tonight. And was slowly pulsating. I wish my cock looked that beautiful.

I was beginning to get confused by what was going on, and needed a break. “Dad, I’m going to the kitchen to get a glass of water” I said, and got up.

“Sure, son.” He said and smiled at me.

I went to the kitchen, drank a glass of water, took a deep breath, and thought about what was going on. The idea of my sexuality being anything other than straight wasn’t in question at all. I knew for definite sure I was straight. Even at that moment, the idea of a woman gave me a stirring that no man could. I wasn’t confused of my dad’s sexuality either… he was as straight as I was, if not more so. Even if I had found out he was gay, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. Or with myself being gay for that matter. I had several friends and relatives who were gay, and I was very comfortable, and loving of them, as they were of me. What bothered me was not knowing where this was going or what to make of it.

So, I decided that there was only one way to find out. I was enjoying myself intensely, and so was dad, as was apparent by his physical reactions. I decided I was going to see where this went, then deal with it, or not, later on.

Having made up my mind, I opened the liquor cabinet and downed 2 shots of vodka straight. My throat burned, but my whole attitude and outlook mellowed out almost immediately. Thank god for alcohol.

I wobbled back to Dad’s bedroom, and smiled at him in an embarrassed manner.

“You all right, Mikey?” he asked, looking at me quizzically.

“Sure, dad, never better!” I said. “Hey, I just want to say I love you and that you mean everything in the world to me, OK?”

“Sure, son, I know… and you know I love you too, right?”

“Yep”

“Then get over here” he said and patted the bed beside him. I went and lay down beside him. He put his arm around me, and I snuggled close to him. “Now go to sleep”

“Dad, can I ask you something?”

“Anything you want”

The alcohol was hitting me, and I was getting bolder “Do you think I’m… uh… do you think I’m beautiful?” I blurted out. I hadn’t meant to ask quite that, but having asked, it seemed like a good question.

Dad paused. He concentrated for a second, then said “Mikey, you’re the most beautiful person alive, and always have been to me.”

“Really?” I said. The alcohol was definitely working. I smiled back at dad and, moving my hand to his abs to continue massaging him where I left off, said “I mean… do you think I’m beautiful physically”

“Physically too, son” he said, drawing me closer to him. “You’ve always reminded me of a younger, smarter and more handsome version of myself. I can’t think of anything I’d admire more”

My fingers were tracing their way down his lower abs, his groin and to his beautiful cock. I believed what my father said. I felt that way of him too, and it made sense. I caressed his cock slowly, as it bobbed up periodically to my touch. I moved down to his smooth balls. Feeling dad’s balls made my state of desire for him heighten. The combination of my first time exploring dad’s body and the alcohol were making the surges of pleasure in my body unbearable. I felt an imminent emotional explosion building up within me, akin to an orgasm… but without ejaculating, or for that matter, without an erection…

I lifted myself up, and put dad’s dick in my mouth, where it had just been a few hours ago. It felt electric, again. He was hard as steel, and his cock was pulsing. I moved a bit lower, and started licking his balls. They were silky smooth, and my saliva made them feel silkier and smoother.

Dad was shuddering with pleasure. I continued licking his balls until they were completely coated with my saliva, not letting up, even though his cock was doing the He looked down at me, and had a strained but passionate look on his face.

“Oh son…” my dad said shuddering with pleasure. He touched my face with his free arm, and holding my chin, brought my face up to his. “Mikey, this is so new to me.”

At face level with dad, my lips were less than inches away from his. I was holding myself above him… our chests were grazing each others. I could distinctly feel his 2 nipples against my chest. Our abs were inches away, and our identical treasure trails were commingling, and I could feel the heat of his body all the way down to his hard cock, which was pressing into my boxer-clad midsection. Dad moved his hand down the side of my body from my shoulder to my waist, and moved to position his cock upwards. His hand grazed my penis, which was still flaccid at this point. His steel-rigid cock was up full mast against my flaccid softness. I could feel the heat of it through my boxers. Though I had no erection, there was no mistaking the desire and intense emotion I was enveloped in. Dad read it in my face. He looked deeply in my eyes, I could put into words what was in my heart.

“Son, the only other person I’ve ever been with in my life is your mother” he said, and looked down.

I was stunned. I knew he hadn’t dated much… but didn’t think he hadn’t slept with anyone at all! My mind raced, remembering the many, many women, and some men, I’d been with in the past few years I’ve been sexually active. Some just tricks, some more involved than that. I felt an overwhelming sense of compassion and love for my dad at that moment. Like he was vulnerable, and I was the protector.

“Dad, I… ” He pulled me down onto him, and I gingerly lay on top of his good side, supporting myself with my leg & arms so my full weight wasn’t on him. He kissed me on the cheek, and drew me closer to him.

“And you’re as beautiful as your mother. In every way. You remind me of your mother” he said softly and shyly in my ear.

“Oh Dad…” I looked at him… there were tears welling in his eyes. I’d never seen my dad with tears before. I kissed him passionately, fully, on the lips. Out tongues explored each others mouths greedily and desperately. I was crying and laughing at the same time inside.

“I know people say you resemble me in many ways… and you do. But I see a softer, much more beautiful side in you, too. Look at your hair, son… just like hers” Look at your beautiful eyes… and your smile.”

I was speechless and kissed him again and again, and I needed to be so close to him.

“son, your smooth chest, and your beautiful, slender waist is just like hers… the way you walk, the way you lie on top of me…” He put his hand on my waist.

“The arch in your back is your mom’s…” His hand moved to my back, and he rested it on my lower back, just below my waistband.

I kissed him again. He said “Even the way you kiss me”.

He pressed down, bringing my pelvis into his. I felt his fully erect cock, and then noticed that while listening to dad compare me to mom, I had grown fully erect. I was too overwhelmed in the emotions of the moment & didn’t notice… My cock was rock hard… raging hard, and had grown full length, matching my dad’s cock inch for inch. Even the thick cockhead and ridge that I made out of his cock seemed identical to mine pressing into him.

The sudden realization filled me with fear and embarrassment. I pulled away from dad, and lay on his side. This just made it worse as he now noticed the huge tent in my shorts, and the large, sticky wetspot that had formed right at the tip of my cock.

He turned to me, smiled shyly, and drew me closer. He tugged at my shorts and said “take these off for a minute, son”

I did what he asked, and immediately felt hornier than ever before in my life. My cock was free to feel dad’s naked skin and nuzzle into his warmth. I was oozing large amounts of precum. I couldn’t control myself any longer. I was more excited than ever… and felt like I was about to pass out in pleasure.

He drew me directly on top of him, his hand on my ass “Oh I love the feel of your ass, son” he said huskily, as his fingers gently roamed all over my ass. It felt so good. “You’re the most beautiful person alive, to me, in all ways”. I spread my legs and straddled him as best I could. At this moment, our bodies were perfectly aligned. His eyes looked directly into mine, his mouth was directly below mine, and our chests, abs and cocks were pressing into each other. His legs were together, but mine were spread wide as I straddled him. I could feel our cocks touching all the way from the root right up to the tips… the exact same length, width and shape. Our cockheads were perfectly aligned too, and the sensitive ridge of my cock was straight up against the sensitive underside of his, and vice-versa. I felt like I could feel every nerve on his penis against mine.

There was a look of sheer desperate passion in his eyes (and mine). His fingers found my hole. Up to that point, it had never ever been part of any sexual moment or experience I had had.

As his finger made first contact with my hole, we were looking each other straight in the eyes, lovingly, lustfully and intimately beyond words. At that same moment, he pressed me into him, and then subtlely pressed me into the slightest of up-down rhythms. This made the ridge of our cockheads massage each others ridges every so gently. It was too much for us to control. Looking into each others eyes, we let go. Shot after shot of long, thick, ropes of semen, all over each others abs and stomach. We covered each other’s cocks with our cum. The intensity of my orgasm was larger than anything I ever dreamed of as possible. I let out a loud growl as I came, and panted for a long while afterwards, trying to catch my breath.

Both still shuddering & glowing in the aftermath of our shared orgasms, we held our gazes, and smiled at each other. That one look said it all. I no longer needed to figure out what it all meant… I understood completely.

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Copyright Andrew J.  All Rights Reserved.